Psalms, 22

To the director upon the Hind^*1 of the Dawn. A melody of David.

¹ My God, my God, why have you left me?^*1 [Why are you] far from saving me, [From] the words of my roaring?^*2

² O my God,^*1 I keep calling by day, and you do not answer; And by night, and there is no silence on my part.

³ But you are holy, Inhabiting the praises of Israel.

⁴ In you our fathers trusted; They trusted, and you kept providing them with escape.

⁵ To you they cried out, and they got away safe; In you they trusted, and they did not come to shame.

⁶ But I am a worm, and not a man,^*1 A reproach to men^*2 and despicable to the people.

⁷ As for all those seeing me, they hold me in derision; They keep opening their mouths wide,^*1 they keep wagging [their] head:

⁸ “He committed himself^*1 to Jehovah. Let Him provide him with escape! Let him deliver him, since he has taken delight in him!”

⁹ For you were the One drawing me forth from the belly, The One making me trust while upon the breasts of my mother.

¹⁰ Upon you I have been thrown from the womb; From the belly of my mother you have been my God.^*1

¹¹ Do not keep far off from me, because distress is nearby, Because there is no other helper.

¹² Many young bulls have surrounded me; The powerful ones of Baʹshan themselves have got around me.

¹³ They have opened against me their mouth, As a lion tearing in pieces and roaring.

¹⁴ Like water I have been poured out, And all my bones have been separated from one another. My heart has become like wax; It has melted deep in my inward parts.

¹⁵ My power^*1 has dried up just like a fragment of earthenware, And my tongue is made to stick to my gums;^*2 And in the dust of death you are setting me.

¹⁶ For dogs have surrounded me; The assembly of evildoers themselves have enclosed me. Like a lion [they are at] my hands and my feet.^*1

¹⁷ I can count all my bones. They themselves look, they gaze upon me.

¹⁸ They apportion my garments among themselves, And upon my clothing they cast lots.

¹⁹ But you, O Jehovah, O do not keep far off. O you my strength, do make haste to my assistance.

²⁰ Do deliver from the sword my soul, My only one^*1 from the very paw of the dog;

²¹ Save me from the mouth of the lion, And from the horns of wild bulls you must answer [and save] me.

²² I will declare your name to my brothers; In the middle of the congregation^*1 I shall praise you.

²³ YOU fearers of Jehovah, praise him! All YOU the seed of Jacob, glorify him! And be frightened at him, all YOU the seed of Israel.

²⁴ For he has neither despised Nor loathed the affliction of the afflicted one; And he has not concealed his face from him, And when he cried to him for help he heard.

²⁵ From you my praise will be in the large congregation; My vows I shall pay in front of those fearing him.

²⁶ The meek ones will eat and be satisfied; Those seeking him will praise Jehovah. May YOUR hearts^*1 live forever.

²⁷ All the ends of the earth will remember and turn back to Jehovah. And all the families of the nations will bow down before you.

²⁸ For the kingship belongs to Jehovah, And he is dominating the nations.

²⁹ All the fat ones of the earth shall eat and will bow down; Before him all those going down to the dust will bend down, And no one will ever preserve his own soul^*1 alive.

³⁰ A seed^*1 itself will serve him; It will be declared concerning Jehovah^*2 to the generation.

³¹ They will come and tell of his righteousness To the people that is to be born, that he^*1 has done [this].