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Psalms 22:1-21

1My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?Why art thou sofar from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?2O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou answerest not;And in the night season, and am not silent.3But thou art holy,O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.4Our fathers trusted in thee:They trusted, and thou didst deliver them.5They cried unto thee, and were delivered:They trusted in thee, and were not put to shame.6But I am a worm, and no man;A reproach of men, and despised of the people.7All they that see me laugh me to scorn:They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,8Commit thyself unto Jehovah; let him deliver him:Let him rescue him, seeing he delighteth in him.9But thou art he that took me out of the womb;Thou didst make me trust when I was upon my mother’s breasts.10I was cast upon thee from the womb;Thou art my God since my mother bare me.11Be not far from me; for trouble is near;For there is none to help.12Many bulls have compassed me;Strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.13They gape upon me with their mouth,Asa ravening and a roaring lion.14I am poured out like water,And all my bones are out of joint:My heart is like wax;It is melted within me.15My strength is dried up like a potsherd;And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws;And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.16For dogs have compassed me:A company of evil-doers have inclosed me;They pierced my hands and my feet.17I may count all my bones.They look and stare upon me;18They part my garments among them,And upon my vesture do they cast lots.19But be not thou far off, O Jehovah:O thou my succor, haste thee to help me.20Deliver my soul from the sword,My darling from the power of the dog.21Save me from the lion’s mouth;Yea, from the horns of the wild-oxen thou hast answered me.

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American Standard Version — 1901 — Public Domain