PXXII. To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar. A Psalm of David

1 My God, my God, wherefore hast thou
Forsaken me? and why
Art thou so far from my help
And from words of my cry?
2 My God, I in the day time cry,
but me thou dost not hear;
Also by night and unto me
No quiet rest is there.

3 Nevertheless thou holy art,
Who constantly dost dwell,
Amongst the thankful praises of
Thy people Israel.
4 Our fathers heretofore in thee
Have put their confidence,
They trusted have, and thou to them
Didst give deliverance.

5 They unto thee did cry aloud,
And were preserved found,
In thee they put their confidence,
And nought did them confound.
6 But I a worm and not a man,
Of men a very scorn:
And I among the people am
Despised as forlorn.

7 All they that do upon me look,
A scoff at me do make;
They with contempt shoot out the lip,
The head in scorn they shake.
8 Upon the lord he roll'd 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 didst forth take:
When I was on my brother's breasts,
To hope thou didst me make.
10 I from the tender womb have been
Committed unto thee;
Yea from my mother's belly thou
Hast been a God to me.

[2]

11 Be not thou far away from me;
For tribulation
Approacheth very near at hand,
And helper there is none.
12 Great many bulls on ev'ry side
Have me encompassed;
The mighty bulls of Bashan have
Me round environed.

13 With their wide open'd mouths on me
They gaping so appear,
As if that each a ravening
And roaring lions were.
14 Like waters I am spilt, my bones
Disjointed are likewise;
Like unto melted wax my heart
Amidst my bowels lies.

15 My strength is like a potsherd dry'd,
And my tongue cleaveth fast
Unto my jaws; and to the dust
Of death brought me thou hast.
16 For dogs have compass'd me about,
Th' assembly me beset
Of wicked ones, they pierced through
My hands and eke my feet.

17 My bones I may then number all;
They look'd, they did me view.
18 My cloaths among them they did part;
Lots for my coat they threw.
19 But thou Lord be not far; my strength
Haste thou to succour me.
20 My soul from sword, my darling from
The pow'r of dogs set free.

21 Out of the lion's mouth also;
Oh, saved that I were!
For thou from horns of unicorns
Didst me vouchsafe to hear.
22 Thy name I will declare to them
That brethren are to me;
Amidst the congregation I
Will praises give to thee.

[3]

23 Ye that do fear the Lord, him praise,
All Jacob's seed do ye
Him glorify, and dread him all
Ye Isra'ls seed that be.
24 For he th' affliction of the poor
Loaths not, nor doth despise;
Nor hides his face from him, but hears
When unto him he cries.

25 Within the congregation great,
My praise is of thee still:
Before them that in reverence,
Perform my vows I will.
26 The meek shall eat and be suffic'd;
Jehovah praise shall they
That do him seek; your heart shall live
Unto perpetual aye.

27 All th' Ends of th' earth remember shall
And turn unto the Lord;
And thee all heathen families
To worship shall accord
28 Because unto Jehovah doth
The kingdom appertain;
Likewise among the nations he
Is ruler sovereign.

29 Earth's fat ones eat, and worship shall
All who to dust descend,
(Who cannot keep alive his soul)
Before his face shall bend.
30 With service a posterity
Him shall attend upon,
Which to the Lord shall counted be
A generation.
31 Come shall they, and his righteousness
By them declar'd shall be
Unto a people yet unborn,
That done this thing hath he.

Text Information
First Line: My God, my God, wherefore hast thou
Title: To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar. A Psalm of David
Publication Date: 1742
Scripture: Psalm 22
Language: English
Tune Information
(No tune information)






Advertisements