PSALM 22. _Deus, Deus meus_.

O my God, my God, look upon me; why hast thou forsaken me: and
art so far from my health, and from the words of my complaint?

2 O my God, I cry in the day-time, but thou hearest not: and in
the night-season also I take no rest.

3 And thou continuest holy: O thou worship of Israel.

4 Our fathers hoped in thee: they trusted in thee, and thou didst
deliver them.

5 They called upon thee, and were holpen: they put their trust in
thee, and were not confounded.

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

7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out their
lips, and shake their heads, saying,

8 He trusted in God, that he would deliver him: let him deliver
him, if he will have him.

9 But thou art he that took me out of my mother's womb: thou wast
my hope, when I hanged yet upon my mother's breasts.

10 I have been left unto thee ever since I was born: thou art my
God, even from my mother's womb.

11 O go not from me, for trouble is hard at hand: and there is
none to help me.

12 Many oxen are come about me: fat bulls of Basan close me in on
every side.

13 They gape upon me with their mouths: as it were a ramping and
a roaring lion.

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

15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth
to my gums: and thou shalt bring me into the dust of death.

16 For many dogs are come about me: and the council of the wicked
layeth siege against me.

17`They pierced my hands and my feet; I may tell all my bones:
they stand staring and looking upon me.

18 They part my garments among them: and cast lots upon my vesture.

19 But be not thou far from me, O Lord: thou art my succour,
haste thee to help me.

20 Deliver my soul from the sword: my darling from the power of
the dog.

21 Save me from the lion's mouth: thou hast heard me also from
among the horns of the unicorns.

22 I will declare thy Name unto my brethren: in the midst of the
congregation will I praise thee.

23 O praise the Lord, ye that fear him: magnify him, all ye of
the seed of Jacob, and fear him, all ye seed of Israel;

24 For he hath not despised, nor abhorred, the low estate of the
poor: he hath not hid his face from him, but when he called unto
him he heard him.

25 My praise is of thee in the grea