0 SAB Psalms 22

God shall wound the head of his enemies, and the hairy scalp. 68:21

Trivia: Who taught David's hands to war?

Psalms

CHAPTER 22

Why won't you help me, God?
22:1-31

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

 

1My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

2 O my God, I cry in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.

3 But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.

4 Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didst deliver them.

5 They cried unto thee, and were delivered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded.

God, why won't you help me?

I cry out to you, but you don't hear me. [1]

6 But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.

But I'm just a worm.

Nobody likes me.

7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,

They laugh at me and shake their head, saying,

8 He trusted on the LORD that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him.

He trusted God, let him help him.

9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.

10 I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.

11 Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.

You took me out of my mother's womb,

and gave me hope when I was breast-feeding.

12 Many bulls have compassed me: strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.

13 They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.

There are many bulls around me.

14 I 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.

My bones are all out of joint.

My heart is like wax, melted in my bowels.

15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth.

16 For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.

Dogs are all around me.

They've pierced my hands and feet.

17 I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.

I can count all my bones.

Everyone's staring at me.

18 They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.

They're casting lots for my clothes.

19 But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.

But you're not far from me.

So hurry and help me.

20 Deliver my soul from the sword; my darling from the power of the dog.

21 Save me from the lion's mouth: for thou hast heard me from the horns of the unicorns.

22 I will declare thy name unto my brethren: in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.

23 Ye that fear the LORD, praise him; all ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him; and fear him, all ye the seed of Israel.

Save me from the sword, the dog, and lion's mouth.

As you saved me from the unicorn.

24For he hath not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; neither hath he hid his face from him; but when he cried unto him, he heard.

25 My praise shall be of thee in the great congregation: I will pay my vows before them that fear him.

26 The meek shall eat and be satisfied: they shall praise the LORD that seek him: your heart shall live for ever.

27 All the ends of the world shall remember and turn unto the LORD: and all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before thee.

28 For the kingdom is the LORD's: and he is the governor among the nations.

29 All they that be fat upon earth shall eat and worship: all they that go down to the dust shall bow before him: and none can keep alive his own soul.

30 A seed shall serve him; it shall be accounted to the Lord for a generation.

31 They shall come, and shall declare his righteousness unto a people that shall be born, that he hath done this.

Because you always help whenever you're asked for help. [2]
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