Psalms 22:1-17
New American Standard Bible
Chapter 22
1 My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Far from my help are the words of my groaning. 2My God, I cry out by day, but You do not answer; And by night, but I have no rest. 3Yet You are holy, You who are enthroned upon the praises of Israel. 4In You our fathers trusted; They trusted and You rescued them. 5To You they cried out and they fled to safety; In You they trusted and were not disappointed. 6But I am a worm and not a person, A disgrace of mankind and despised by the people. 7All who see me deride me; They sneer, they shake their heads, saying, 8'Turn him over to the Lord; let Him save him; Let Him rescue him, because He delights in him.' 9Yet You are He who brought me forth from the womb; You made me trust when upon my mother’s breasts. 10I was cast upon You from birth; You have been my God from my mother’s womb. 11Do not be far from me, for trouble is near; For there is no one to help. 12Many bulls have surrounded me; Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me. 13They open their mouths wide at me, As a ravening and 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 piece of pottery, And my tongue clings to my jaws; And You lay me in the dust of death. 16For dogs have surrounded me; A band of evildoers has encompassed me; They pierced my hands and my feet. 17I can count all my bones. They look, they stare at me;King James Version
Chapter 22
1{To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David.} My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring? 2O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest 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 confounded. 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, 8He trusted on the LORD that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him. 9But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts. 10I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.
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 gaped upon me with their mouths, as a 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 in the midst of my bowels.
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: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
17I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
Christian Standard Bible
Chapter 22
1My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? Why are you so far from my deliverance and from my words of groaning? 2My God, I cry by day, but you do not answer, by night, yet I have no rest. 3But you are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel. 4Our ancestors trusted in you; they trusted, and you rescued them.
5They cried to you and were set free; they trusted in you and were not disgraced.
6But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by mankind and despised by people.
7Everyone who sees me mocks me; they sneer and shake their heads:
8"He relies on the Lord; let him save him; let the Lord rescue him, since he takes pleasure in him."
9It was you who brought me out of the womb, making me secure at my mother's breast.
11Don't be far from me, because distress is near and there's no one to help.
12Many bulls surround me; strong ones of Bashan encircle me.
13They open their mouths against me -- lions, mauling and roaring.
14I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed; my heart is like wax, melting within me.
15My strength is dried up like baked clay; my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You put me into the dust of death.
16For dogs have surrounded me; a gang of evildoers has closed in on me; they pierced my hands and my feet.
17I can count all my bones; people look and stare at me.
New Living Translation
Chapter 22
1My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? Why are you so far away when I groan for help? 2Every day I call to you, my God, but you do not answer. Every night I lift my voice, but I find no relief.
3Yet you are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.
4Our ancestors trusted in you, and you rescued them.
5They cried out to you and were saved. They trusted in you and were never disgraced.
6But I am a worm and not a man. I am scorned and despised by all!
7Everyone who sees me mocks me. They sneer and shake their heads, saying,
8'Is this the one who relies on the Lord? Then let the Lord save him! If the Lord loves him so much, let the Lord rescue him!'
9Yet you brought me safely from my mother’s womb and led me to trust you at my mother’s breast.
10I was thrust into your arms at my birth. You have been my God from the moment I was born.
11Do not stay so far from me, for trouble is near, and no one else can help me.
12My enemies surround me like a herd of bulls; fierce bulls of Bashan have hemmed me in!
13Like lions they open their jaws against me, roaring and tearing into their prey.
14My life is poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax, melting within me.
15My strength has dried up like sunbaked clay. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have laid me in the dust and left me for dead.
16My enemies surround me like a pack of dogs; an evil gang closes in on me. They have pierced my hands and feet.
17I can count all my bones. My enemies stare at me and gloat.
English Standard Version
Chapter 22
1To the choirmaster: according to The Doe of the Dawn. A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning? 2O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer, and by night, but I find no rest. 3Yet you are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel. 4In you our fathers trusted; they trusted, and you delivered them. 5To you they cried and were rescued; in you they trusted and were not put to shame. 6But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by mankind and despised by the people. 7All who see me mock me; they make mouths at me; they wag their heads; 8“He trusts in the LORD; let him deliver him; let him rescue him, for he delights in him!” 9Yet you are he who took me from the womb; you made me trust you at my mother’s breasts. 10On you was I cast from my birth, and from my mother’s womb you have been my God. 11Be not far from me, for trouble is near, and there is none to help. 12Many bulls encompass me; strong bulls of Bashan surround me; 13they open wide their mouths at me, like a ravening and 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 my breast; 15my strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death. 16For dogs encompass me; a company of evildoers encircles me; they have pierced my hands and feet— 17I can count all my bones— they stare and gloat over me;New International Version
2My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest.
3Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One; you are the one Israel praises.
4In you our ancestors put their trust; they trusted and you delivered them.
5To you they cried out and were saved; in you they trusted and were not put to shame.
6But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by everyone, despised by the people.
7All who see me mock me; they hurl insults, shaking their heads.
8He trusts in the LORD,' they say, 'let the LORD rescue him. Let him deliver him, since he delights in him.'
9Yet you brought me out of the womb; you made me trust in you, even at my mother's breast.
11Do not be far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help.
12Many bulls surround me; strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.
13Roaring lions that tear their prey open their mouths wide against me.
14I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted within me.
New King James Version
