Psalm 22 ©
1 David complaineth and prayeth as one sorely distressed: 22 he promiseth public thanksgiving and praise for mercy shewn him.
To the chief Musician upon 1Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David.
MY aGod, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far 2from helping me, and from the words of bmy roaring?
O my God, cI cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and 3am not silent.
He 5trusted on the LORD that he would deliver him: llet him deliver him, 6seeing he delighted in him.
I tam poured out like water, and all my bones are 10out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
My ustrength is dried up like a *potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and vthou hast brought me into the dust of death.
I ymay *tell all my bones: zthey look and stare upon me.
They apart my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.
I gwill declare thy name unto my brethren: in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.
All they that be pfat upon earth qshall eat and worship: all they that rgo down to the dust shall bow before him: and snone can keep alive his own soul.