Psalms 22:1-13 ▼

1 To the chiefe musition of the mornyng hinde, a psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so farre from my health, and from the wordes of my complaynt?

2 O my God I crye all the day tyme, and in the night season, and I ceasse not: but thou hearest not.

3 And yet thou most holy: sittest to receaue the prayers of Israel.

4 Our fathers hoped in thee: they trusted in thee, & thou didst deliuer them.

5 They called vpon thee, and they were helped: they did put their trust in thee, and they were not confounded.

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

7 All they that see me, laugh me to scorne: they do make a mowe, and nod their head at me.

8 Saying he referreth all to God, loking that God wyll deliuer him and rescue him: for he delighteth only in him.

9 But thou art he that tokest me out of my mothers wombe: thou causedst me to trust in thee, suckyng my mothers breastes.

10 I haue ben left vnto thee euer since I was borne: thou art my God euen from my mothers wombe.

11 O go not far fro me, for trouble is harde at hande: and there is none to helpe me.

12 Many oxen are come about me: fat bulles of Bashan close me in on euery syde.

13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes: as it were a rampyng and a roryng lion.