029) Psalm 22

Psalm 22 To the chief musician uponAijeleth Shahara psalm of David.

8.6.8.6

1 MY God, my God, wherefore hast thou forsaken me? and why, art thou so far from helping me, from the words of my cry?

2 O my God, I do cry by day, but me thou dost not hear; and eke by night, and unto me no quiet rest is there.

3 Nevertheless thou holy art, who constantly dost dwell, within the thankful praises of thy people Israel.

4 Our fore-fathers in thee have put assured confidence: they trusted have, and thou to them didst give deliverance.

5 Unto thee they did cry aloud, and were delivered: in thee they put their confidence, and were not confounded.

6 But I a worm, and not a man; of men an opprobry, and also of the people am despis’d contemptuously.

7 All they that do upon me look, a scoff at me do make: they with the lip do make a mow, the head in scorn they shake.

8 Upon the Lord he road himself, let him now rid him quite: let him deliver him, because in him he doth delight.

9 But thou art he that me out of the belly forth didst take: when I was on my mothers breasts, to hope thou didst me make.

10 Unto thee from the tender-womb committed been have I: yea thou hast been my mighty-God from my mothers belly.