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