Psalm 22 (Deus, Deus meus)

My God, my God, why hast thou me forsaken?
Wo me, from me why is thy presence taken?
Soe farre from seeing, mine unhealthfull eyes:
Soe farre from hearing to my roaring cries.

O God, my God, I crie while day appeareth:
But God, thy eare my crying never heareth.
O God, the night is privie to my plaint,
Yet to my plaint thou hast not audience lent.

But thou art holy, and dost hold thy dwelling
Where Israeli thy lawdes is ever telling;
Our fathers still to thee their trust did beare;
They trusted, and by thee delivered were.

They were sett free, when they upon thee called,
They hop'd on thee, and they were not appalled.
But I a worme, not I of mankind am,
Nay, shame of men, the peoples scorning game.

The lookers now at me, poore wretch, be mocking,
With mowes, and nodds, they stand about me flocking:
Let God help him (say they) whom he did trust;
Let God save hym in whom was all his lust.

And yet even from the wombe thy selfe did'st take me:
At mother's brests, thou did'st good hope betake me:
No sooner my child eyes could looke abroade,
Then I was giv'n to thee, thou wert my God.

O, be not farre, since paine so neerly presseth,
And since there is not one who it redresseth:
I am enclosed with yong bulls madded rowt,
Nay, Basan's mighty bulls close me about.

With gaping mouthes, these folkes on me have chardged,
Like lions fierce, with roring jawes enlarged:
On me all this, who do like waters slide,
Whose loosed bones quite out of joynt be wried.

Whose hart, with these huge flames, like wax oreheated,
Doth melt away, though it be inmost seated:
My moistning strength is like a pottsheard dried,
My cleaving tongue close to my roofe doth bide.

And now am brought, alas! brought by thy power
Unto the dust of my deathes running hower:
For bawling doggs have compast me about,
Yea, worse than doggs, a naughty wicked rowt.

My humble handes, my fainting feete they pearced;
They looke, they gaze, my bones might be rehearsed:
Of my poore weedes they do partition make,
And doe cast lotts, who should my vesture take.

But be not farre, O Lord, my strength, my comfort,
Hasten to help me in this deepe discomfort:
Ah, from the sword yet save my vitall sprite,
My desolated life from dogged might.

From lions mouth (O help) and show to heare me,
By aiding, when fierce Vnicornes come neere me:
To brethern then I will declare thy fame, [name.
And with these wordes, when they meete, praise thy

Who feare the Lord, all praise and glory beare hym,
You Israelis seed, you come of Jacob, feare hym:
For Hee hath not abhor'd, nor yet disdain'd
The silly wretch, with fowle affliction stain'd.

Nor hid from him his faces faire appearing,
But when he cal'd, the Lord did give hym hearing.
In congregation greate I will praise thee:
Who feare thee shall my vowes performed see.

Th' afflicted then shall eate, and be well pleased;
And God shalbe by those his seakers praised.
Indeede, O you, you that be such of mind,
You shall the life that ever liveth find.

But what? I say, from earthes remotedst border,
Unto due thoughts, mankind his thoughts shall order:
And turne to God, and all the nations be
Made worshippers, before allmighty Thee.

And reason, since the crowne to God pertaineth,
And that by right upon all realmes he raigneth.
They that be made ev'n fatt with earthes fatt good
Shall feede, and laud the giver of their food.

To him shall kneele even who to dust bee stricken,
Even hee whose life no helpe of man can quicken:
His service shall from child to child descend,
His doomes one age shall to another send.