Psa 22 | AB | STEP | O God, my God, attend to me; why have You forsaken me? The account of my transgressions is far from my salvation.

Psalms 22

For the end, concerning the morning aid, A Psalm of David.

1 O God, my God, attend to me; why have You forsaken me? The account of my transgressions is far from my salvation. 2 O my God, I will cry to You by day, but You will not hear; and by night, and it shall not be reckoned to me as folly. 3 But You, O praise of Israel, dwell in a sanctuary. 4 Our fathers hoped in You; they hoped, and You delivered them. 5 They cried to You, and were saved; they hoped in You, and were not ashamed. 6 But I am a worm, and not a man; a reproach of men, and the scorn of the people. 7 All that saw Me mocked Me; they spoke with their lips, they shook the head, saying, 8 He hoped in the Lord; let Him deliver Him, let Him save Him, because He takes pleasure in Him. 9 For You are He that drew Me out of the womb; My hope from My mother's breasts. 10 I was cast on You from the womb; You are My God from My mother's belly. 11 Be not far from Me, for affliction is near; for there is no helper. 12 Many bulls have compassed Me; fat bulls have beset Me round about. 13 They have opened their mouth against Me, as a ravening and roaring lion. 14 I am poured out like water, and all My bones are loosened; My heart in the midst of My belly has become like melting wax. 15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and My tongue is glued to My throat; and You have brought Me down to the dust of death. 16 For many dogs have compassed Me; the assembly of the evildoers has enclosed Me; they pierced My hands and My feet. 17 They counted all My bones; and they observed and looked upon Me. 18 They parted My garments among themselves, and cast lots for My clothing. 19 But You, O Lord, be not far from Me; be ready for My aid. 20 Deliver My soul from the sword; My only begotten soul from the power of the dog. 21 Save Me from the lion's mouth; and regard My lowliness from the horns of the unicorns. 22 I will declare Your name to My brothers; in the midst of the church will I sing praise to You. 23 You that fear the Lord, praise Him; all you descendants of Jacob, glorify Him; let all the seed of Israel fear Him. 24 For He has not despised nor been angry at the supplication of the poor; nor turned away His face from Me; but when I cried to Him, He heard Me. 25 My praise is of You in the great congregation; I will pay My vows before them that fear Him. 26 The poor shall eat and be satisfied; and they shall praise the Lord that seek Him; their heart shall live forever. 27 All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to the Lord, and all the families of the nations shall worship before Him. 28 For the kingdom is the Lord's; and He is the governor of the nations. 29 All the fat ones of the earth have eaten and worshipped; all that go down to the earth shall fall down before Him; my soul also lives to him. 30 And my seed shall serve him; the generation that is coming shall be reported to the Lord. 31 And they shall report His righteousness to the people that shall be born, whom the Lord has made.