Psalm 22

New Coverdale Version

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me, * and are so far from my cry, and from the words of my complaint?

O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not hear; * in the night season also, but I find no rest.

But you remain holy, * enthroned upon the praises of Israel.

Our fathers hoped in you; * they trusted in you, and you delivered them.

They called upon you, and were delivered; * they put their trust in you, and were not confounded.

But as for me, I am a worm, and no man, * scorned by all, and the outcast of the people.

All those who see me laugh me to scorn; * they curl their lips, and shake their heads, saying,

“He trusted in God, that he would deliver him; * let him deliver him, if he will have him.”

But you are he that took me out of my mother’s womb; * you were my hope, when I was yet upon my mother’s breasts.

I have been cast upon you ever since I was born; * you are my God, even from my mother’s womb.

O go not far from me, for trouble is near at hand, * and there is none to help me.

Many oxen have come around me; * fat bulls of Bashan close me in on every side.

They gape at me with their mouths, * like a ravening and a roaring lion.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; * my heart also in the midst of my body is like melting wax.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaves to my gums, * and you bring me into the dust of death.

For many dogs have come about me, * and the council of the wicked lays siege against me.

They pierced my hands and my feet; I can count all my bones; * they stand staring and looking upon me.

They part my garments among them, * and casts lots for my clothing.

But be not far from me, O Lord. * You are my succor; hasten to help me.

Deliver my soul from the sword, * my life from the power of the dog.

Save me from the lion’s mouth, * and my soul in misery from among the horns of wild oxen.

I will declare your Name to my brethren; * in the midst of the congregation I will praise you.

O praise the Lord, you that fear him; * magnify him, all you seed of Jacob, and fear him, all you seed of Israel.

For he has not despised nor abhorred the low estate of the poor; * he has not hidden his face from him, but when he called unto him, he heard him.

My praise is of you in the great congregation; * my vows will I perform in the sight of those who fear him.

The poor shall eat and be satisfied; * those who seek after the Lord shall praise him; may your hearts live for ever.

All the ends of the world shall remember, and be turned unto the Lord, * and all the families of the nations shall worship before him.

For the kingdom is the Lord’s, * and he is the Governor among the peoples.

All those who sleep in the earth, how shall they worship him? * All those who go down into the dust, how shall they kneel before him?

But my life shall be preserved in his sight, and my children shall worship him; * they shall tell of the Lord to the generations to come;

And to a people yet unborn shall they declare his righteousness, * that he has brought it to pass.