| 22 | Psalms | Reference | |
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| [To the choirmaster: according to The Hind of the Dawn. A Psalm of David.] | Sufferings & Hope for the Virtuous Man. Psalm 22(v21) | ||
| My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, from the words of my groaning? | Antiphonal Psalm for solemn Entry into the Sanctuary. | ||
| O my God, I cry by day, but thou dost not answer; and by night, but find no rest. | |||
| Yet thou art holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel. | |||
| In thee our fathers trusted; they trusted, and thou didst deliver them. | |||
| To thee they cried, and were saved; n thee they trusted, and were not disappointed. | |||
| But I am a worm, and no man; scorned by men, and despised by the people. | |||
| All who see me mock at me, they make mouths at me, they wag their heads; | |||
| "He committed his cause to the LORD; let him deliver him, let him rescue him, for he delights in him!" | |||
| Yet thou art he who took me from the womb; thou didst keep me safe upon my mother's breasts. | |||
| Upon thee was I cast from my birth, and since my mother bore me thou hast been my God. | |||
| Be not far from me, for trouble is near and there is none to help. | |||
| Many bulls encompass me, strong bulls of Bashan surround me; | |||
| they open wide their mouths at me, like a ravening and roaring lion. | |||
| I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax, it is melted within my breast; | |||
| my strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaves to my jaws; thou dost lay me in the dust of death. | |||
| Yea, dogs are round about me; a company of evildoers encircle me; they have pierced my hands and feet - | |||
| I can count all my bones - they stare and gloat over me; | |||
| they divide my garments among them, and for my raiment they cast lots. | |||
| But thou, O LORD, be not far off! O thou my help, hasten to my aid! | |||
| Deliver my soul from the sword, my life from the power of the dog! | |||
| Save me from the mouth of the lion, my afflicted soul from the horns of the wild oxen! | |||
| I will tell of thy name to my brethren; in the midst of the congregation I will praise thee: | |||
| You who fear the LORD, praise him! all you sons of Jacob, glorify him, and stand in awe of him, all you sons of Israel! | |||
| For he has not despised or abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; and he has not hid his face from him, but has heard, when he cried to him. | |||
| From thee comes my praise in the great congregation; my vows I will pay before those who fear him. | |||
| The afflicted shall eat and be satisfied; those who seek him shall praise the LORD! May your hearts live for ever! | |||
| All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to the LORD; and all the families of the nations shall worship before him. | |||
| For dominion belongs to the LORD, and he rules over the nations. | |||
| Yea, to him shall all the proud of the earth bow down; before him shall bow all who go down to the dust, and he who cannot keep himself alive. | |||
| Posterity shall serve him; men shall tell of the Lord to the coming generation, | |||
| and proclaim his deliverance to a people unborn, that he has wrought it. | |||
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