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Psalms 22. Deus, Deus meus.
MY God, my God, look upon me; why hast thou forsaken me? * and
art so far from my health, and from the words of my complaint?
2 O my God, I cry in the day-time, but thou hearest not; * and
in the night season also I take no rest.
3 And thou continuest holy, * O thou Worship of Israel.
4 Our fathers hoped in thee; * they trusted in thee, and thou
didst deliver them.
5 They called upon thee, and were holpen; * they put their trust
in thee, and were not confounded.
6 But as for me, I am a worm, and no man; * a very scorn of men,
and the outcast of the people.
7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn; * they shoot out their
lips, and shake their heads, saying,
8 He trusted in the LORD, that he would deliver him; * let him
deliver him, if he will have him.
9 But thou art he that took me out of my mother's womb; * thou
wast my hope, when I hanged yet upon my mother's breasts.
10 I have been left unto thee ever since I was born; * thou art
my God even from my mother's womb.
11 O go not from me; for trouble is hard at hand, * and there
is none to help me.
12 Many oxen are come about me; * fat bulls of Bashan close me
in on every side.
13 They gape upon me with their mouths, * as it were a ramping
and a roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint;
* my heart also in the midst of my body is even like melting
wax.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my
tongue cleaveth to my gums, * and thou bringest me into the dust
of death.
16 For many dogs are come about me, * and the council of the
wicked layeth siege against me.
17 They pierced my hands and my feet: I may tell all my bones:
* they stand staring and looking upon me.
18 They part my garments among them, * and cast lots upon my
vesture.
19 But be not thou far from me, O LORD; * thou art my succour,
haste thee to help me.
20 Deliver my soul from the sword, * my darling from the power
of the dog.
21 Save me from the lion's mouth; * thou hast heard me also from
among the horns of the unicorns.
22 I will declare thy Name unto my brethren; * in the midst of
the congregation will I praise thee.
23 O praise the LORD, ye that fear
him: * magnify him, all ye of the seed of Jacob; and fear him,
all ye seed of Israel.
24 For he hath not despised nor abhorred the low estate of the
poor; * he hath not hid his face from him; but when he called
unto him he heard him.
25 My praise is of thee in the great-congregation; * my vows
will I perform in the sight of them that fear him.
26 The poor shall eat, and be satisfied; they that seek after
the LORD shall praise him: * your heart shall live for ever.
27 All the ends of the world shall remember themselves, and be
turned unto the LORD; * and all the kindreds of the nations shall
worship before him.
28 For the kingdom is the LORD'S, * and he is the Governor among
the nations.
29 All such as be fat upon earth * have eaten, and worshipped.
30 All they that go down into the dust shall kneel before him;
* and no man hath quickened his own soul.
31 My seed shall serve him: * they shall be counted unto the
Lord for a generation.
32 They shall come, and shall declare his righteousness * unto
a people that shall be born, whom the Lord hath made.
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