en_wbms - Psa 22 - Ozzuu Bible

¹ To the overcomer, for the morrow-tide hind, the psalm of David. God, my God, behold thou on me, why hast thou forsaken me? the words of my trespasses be far from mine health.

² My God, I shall cry by day, and thou shalt not hear; and by night, and not to unwisdom to me.

³ Forsooth thou, the praising of Israel, dwellest in holiness;

⁴ our fathers hoped in thee; they hoped, and thou deliveredest them.

⁵ They cried to thee, and they were made safe; they hoped in thee, and they were not shamed.

⁶ But I am a worm, and not a man; the shame of men, and the out-casting of the people.

⁷ All men seeing me scorned me; they spake with lips, and wagged the head, and said,

⁸ He hoped in the Lord, deliver he him; make he him safe, for he will or delights in him.

⁹ For thou it art that drewest me out of the womb, that art mine hope from the teats of my mother;

¹⁰ into thee I am cast forth from the womb. From the womb of my mother thou art my God;

¹¹ depart thou not from me. For tribulation is next; for none there is that helpeth.

¹² Many calves encompassed me; fat bulls besieged me.

¹³ They opened their mouth on me; as a lion ravishing and roaring.

¹⁴ I am poured out as water; and all my bones be scattered. Mine heart is made, as wax floating abroad [or melting]; in the midst of my womb.

¹⁵ My virtue dried as a tilestone, and my tongue cleaved to my cheeks; and thou hast brought forth me into the dust of death.

¹⁶ For many dogs encompassed me; the council of wicked men besieged me. They delved mine hands and my feet;

¹⁷ they numbered all my bones. Soothly they looked, and beheld me;

¹⁸ they parted my clothes to them-selves, and they sent lot on my cloth.

¹⁹ But thou, Lord, delay not thine help from me; behold thou to my defence.

²⁰ God, deliver thou my life from sword; and deliver thou mine one alone from the hand, or power, of the dog.

²¹ Make thou me safe from the mouth of a lion; and my meekness from the horns of unicorns.

²² I shall tell thy name to my brethren; I shall praise thee in the midst of the church.

²³ Ye that dread the Lord, praise him; all the seed of Jacob, glorify him. All the seed of Israel, dread him;

²⁴ for he forsook not, neither despised the prayer of a poor man. Neither he turned away his face from me; and when I cried to him, he heard me.

²⁵ My praising is with thee in a great church; I shall yield my vows in the sight of men dreading him.

²⁶ Poor men shall eat, and shall be [ful] filled, and they shall praise the Lord, that seek him; the hearts of them shall live into the world of world.

²⁷ All the ends of earth shall bethink; and shall be converted to the Lord. And all the meines of heathen men, shall worship in his sight.

²⁸ For the realm is the Lord’s; and he shall be Lord of heathen men.

²⁹ All the fat men of earth ate and worshipped; all men, that go down into earth, shall fall down in his sight. And my soul shall live to him;

³⁰ and my seed shall serve him. A generation to coming shall be told to the Lord;

³¹ and heavens shall tell his rightful-ness [or rightwiseness] to the people that shall be born, whom the Lord made.