Psalm 22

Ps. 22
 A psalm of David

Tune: The Lord's Prayer (Vader Unser) 8.8.8.8.8.8.
Our Father Clothed with Majesty"

1   My God, my God, O why have You
    In my distress forsaken me?
    O why so far from giving help,
    And from my agonizing plea?
2   All day, my God, I cry in vain;
    By night, yet no relief I gain.

3   But still you are the Holy One;
     In Is-rael's praise You dwelling have.
4   Our fathers put their trust in You;
    They trusted, and You rescue gave.
5   To You they cried; deliv-'ance came;
     They trust-ed and were free from shame.

6   Re-proached of men, by all despised,
     A worm and not a man am I;
7   And they that see me laugh in scorn;
     They shake their heads and taunt-ing cry,
8   "He trusts the LORD! Let Him defend
     And save him, if He is his friend!"

9   You took me safe-ly from the womb;
     Gave faith when on my moth-er's breast;
10  From birth de-pen-dent on Your care.
     You are my God; In You I rest.
11  Be not far off, for grief is nigh;
     There's none on whom I can re-ly.

12  As herds of bulls that roam the wild
     My cru-el foes a-bout me throng;
     They bel-low and they com-pass me
     Like bulls of Ba-shan fierce and strong;
13  Foes o-pen wide their mouths to slay,
     Like li-ons roar-ing for their prey.

14  My life like wa-ter is poured out,
     My bones at eve-ry joint a-part;
15  Like crack-ing pots my strength is dried;
14  In me like melt-ed wax my heart;
15  My tongue and jaws to-geth-er cling;
     My soul to dust of death You bring.

16  Like dogs the wick-ed com-pass me,
      And they have pierced my hands and feet.
17  I now can num-ber all my bones;
      With gloat-ing stares all eyes me greet.
18  My clothes a-mong them they di-vide,
      And on my robe with dice de-cide.

19  But be not far from me, O LORD!
      Haste, O my Strength!  Give help to me!
20  My soul de-liv-er from the sword.
     My life from dogs and li-ons free.
21  Though by sharp horns I'm near-ly rent,
     You have to me Your an-swer sent.
 

  tune Vision

.	22 To all my brothers I'll declare The glory of Your holy name. 23 I'll praise You where the people meet. Who fear the LORD, His praise proclaim; All sons of Jacob, praise His grace, And stand in awe, all Israel's race.
.	24 For He has not despised the poor; He has not scorned their wretched state. 23 He has not turned away His face From anyone in trouble great. When any cried to Him in grief, He heard his prayer and sent relief.
.	25 Within the congregation great I offer praise You have supplied. I'll pay my vows with them who fear; 26 The meek with food are satisfied, Who seek the LORD shall Him adore. May your heart live for evermore.

.	27 All ends of earth, remembr'ing Him, Shall turn themselves unto the LORD. The kindreds of the nations then To Him their homage shall accord. 28 Because the LORD the kingdom owns And rules above all earthly thrones.
.	29 The rich and mighty of the earth Shall eat and low before Him bend, And in His presence all shall bow Who helpless to the dust descend, The wretched who, although they strive, Yet cannot keep their souls alive.
.	30 A seed shall rise to serve His will, And to the age it shall be told 31 About our Lord; then they shall come And shall His righteousness unfold Unto a people yet unknown, That this was done by Him alone.