Friday, April 06, 2012

Psalm 22 - Good Friday - Blogging Holy Week





22


1My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? *
    and are so far from my cry
    and from the words of my distress?
  
2O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not answer; *
    by night as well, but I find no rest.
  
3Yet you are the Holy One, *
    enthroned upon the praises of Israel.
  
4Our forefathers put their trust in you; *
    they trusted, and you delivered them.
  
5They cried out to you and were delivered; *
    they trusted in you and were not put to shame.
  
6But as for me, I am a worm and no man, *
    scorned by all and despised by the people.
  
7All who see me laugh me to scorn; *
    they curl their lips and wag their heads, saying,
  
8"He trusted in the LORD; let him deliver him; *
    let him rescue him, if he delights in him."
  
9Yet you are he who took me out of the womb, *
    and kept me safe upon my mother's breast.
  
10I have been entrusted to you ever since I was born; *
    you were my God when I was still in my
                              mother's womb.
  
11Be not far from me, for trouble is near, *
    and there is none to help.




12Many young bulls encircle me; *
    strong bulls of Bashan surround me.
  
13They open wide their jaws at me, *
    like a ravening and a roaring lion.
  
14I am poured out like water;
all my bones are out of joint; *
    my heart within my breast is melting wax.
  
15My mouth is dried out like a pot-sherd;
my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; *
    and you have laid me in the dust of the grave.
  
16Packs of dogs close me in,
and gangs of evildoers circle around me; *
    they pierce my hands and my feet;
    I can count all my bones.
  
17They stare and gloat over me; *
    they divide my garments among them;
    they cast lots for my clothing.
  
18Be not far away, O LORD; *
    you are my strength; hasten to help me.
  
19Save me from the sword, *
    my life from the power of the dog.
  
20Save me from the lion's mouth, *
    my wretched body from the horns of wild bulls.
  
21I will declare your Name to my brethren; *
    in the midst of the congregation I will praise you.
  
  
22Praise the LORD, you that fear him; *
    stand in awe of him, O offspring of Israel;
    all you of Jacob's line, give glory.


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23For he does not despise nor abhor the poor in their poverty;
neither does he hide his face from them; *
    but when they cry to him he hears them.
  
24My praise is of him in the great assembly; *
    I will perform my vows in the presence of those who
                               worship him.
  
25The poor shall eat and be satisfied,
and those who seek the L
ORD shall praise him: *
    "May your heart live for ever!"
  
26All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to
                                the L
ORD, *
    and all the families of the nations bow before him.
  
27For kingship belongs to the LORD; *
    he rules over the nations.
  
28To him alone all who sleep in the earth bow down
                                in worship; *
    all who go down to the dust fall before him.
  
29My soul shall live for him;
my descendants shall serve him; *
    they shall be known as the L
ORD'S for ever.
  
30They shall come and make known to a people yet unborn *
    the saving deeds that he has done.
  

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