The Psalm of the Cross
(Matthew 27:32–56; Mark 15:21–41; Luke 23:26–43; John 19:16–30)

1My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.

2O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.

3Yet dwellest thou in the Sanctuary, o thou worshipe of Israel.

4Oure fathers hoped in the, they trusted in the, ad thou dyddest delyuer them.

5They callled vpon the, and were helped: they put their trust in the, and were not cofounded.

6But as for me, I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of me and the outcast of the people.

7All they yt se me, laugh me to scorne: they shute out their lippes, and shake their heades.

8He trusted in God, let him delyuer him: let him helpe hi, yf he wil haue him.

9But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wobe: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet vpon my mothers brestes.

10I haue bene left vnto the euer sence I was borne, thou art my God, eue fro my mothers wombe.

11O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.

12Greate bulles are come aboute me, fatt oxen close me in on euery syde.

13They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampinge and roaringe lyon.

14I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.

15My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.

16For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me.

17They pearsed my hondes and my fete, I might haue tolde all my bones: as for them, they stode staringe and lokinge vpon me.

18They haue parted my garmentes amonge them, ad cast lottes vpon my vesture.

19But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.

20Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlinge from the power of the dogge.

21Saue me from the lyons mouth, and heare me fro amonge the hornes off the vnicornes.

22So will I declare thy name vnto my brethren, in the myddest off the congregacion will I prayse the.

23O prayse the LORDE ye that feare him: Magnifie him all ye sede of Iacob, & let all ye sede of Israel feare hi.

24For he hath not despysed ner abhorred the myserable estate of the poore: he hath not hyd his face fro me, but whe I called vnto him, he herde me.

25I wil prayse the in the greate congregacion, and perfourme my vowes in the sight off all the that feare the.

26The poore shal eate ad be satisfied: they yt seke after ye LORDE shal prayse him: youre herte shal lyue for euer.

27All the endes of the worlde shal remembre themselues, & be turned vnto the LORDE: and all the generacions of the Heithen shal worsh pe before him.

28For the kyngdome is the LORDES, and he shal be the gouernoure of ye Heithen.

29All soch as be fat vpo earth, shal eate also and worshipe:

30All they that lye in the dust, and lyue so hardly, shall fall downe before him.

31The sede shall serue him, and preach of the LORDE for euer. They shal come, & declare his rightuousnes: vnto a people that shal be borne, who the LORDE hath made.