Psalms 22:2-25

²O my God, I crie by day, but thou hearest not, and by night, but haue no audience.

³But thou art holy, and doest inhabite the prayses of Israel.

⁴Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didest deliuer them.

⁵They called vpon thee, and were deliuered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded.

⁶But I am a worme, and not a man: a shame of men, and the contempt of the people.

⁷All they that see me, haue me in derision: they make a mowe and nod the head, saying,

⁸He trusted in the Lord, let him deliuer him: let him saue him, seeing he loueth him.

⁹But thou didest draw me out of ye wombe: thou gauest me hope, euen at my mothers breasts.

¹⁰I was cast vpon thee, euen from ye wombe: thou art my God from my mothers belly.

¹¹Be not farre from me, because trouble is neere: for there is none to helpe me.

¹²Many yong bulles haue compassed me: mightie bulles of Bashan haue closed me about.

¹³They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as a ramping and roaring lyon.

¹⁴I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.

¹⁵My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete.

¹⁷I may tell all my bones: yet they beholde, and looke vpon me.

¹⁸They part my garments among them, and cast lottes vpon my vesture.

¹⁹But be thou not farre off, O Lord, my strength: hasten to helpe me.

²⁰Deliuer my soule from the sword: my desolate soule from the power of the dogge.

²¹Saue me from the lyons mouth, and answere me in sauing me from the hornes of the vnicornes.

²²I wil declare thy Name vnto my brethren: in the middes of the Congregation will I praise thee, saying,

²³Prayse the Lord, ye that feare him: magnifie ye him, all the seede of Iaakob, and feare ye him, all the seede of Israel.

²⁴For he hath not despised nor abhorred ye affliction of the poore: neither hath he hid his face from him, but when he called vnto him, he heard.

²⁵My prayse shalbe of thee in the great Congregation: my vowes will I perfourme before them that feare him.