Text:A Psalm of David [The Sufferings, Prayers, and Praises of CHRIST]

PXXII. A Psalm of David [The Sufferings, Prayers, and Praises of CHRIST]

1 My God, my God, wherefore hast thou
forsaken me? and why
Art thou so far from helping me,
and from my earnest cry?
2 My God, I in the day-time cry,
but me thou dost not hear;
Also in the night-time, but to 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
did put their confidence;
They trusted Thee, and Thou to them
didst give deliverance.

5 To Thee they cry'd out earnestly,
and then salvation came;
They plac'd their trust in Thee alone,
and were not put to shame.
6 But as a worm, and not a man,
I'm us'd as one forlorn;
I'm the reproach among the high,
among the low the scorn.

7 With laughter all the gazing crowd
my agonies survey;
They shoot the lip, they shake the head,
and thus deriding say;
8 'You on JEHOVAH cast your self,
'that He might you redeem;
'Let him now come and rescue you,
'since you delight in him.'

9 But thou art He who from the womb
didst tenderly me take:
When I was on my mother's breasts
to hope Thou didst me make.
10 I even from the womb have been
entirely cast on Thee;
And from my mother's bowels Thou,
hast been a God to me.

[2 Part]

11 Be not Thou far away from me,
now trouble is so near;
For there is none to give me help,
unless Thou wilt appear.
12 My foes, as bulls on ev'ry side
have me encompassed;
Like mighty bulls of Bashan have
Me round environed.

13 Their mouths they open upon me,
yea open wide do they;
Like lions ravenous who roar
when seizing on their prey.
14 Like water I am poured out;
my bones disjointed are;
My heart amidst my bowels melts,
like wax amidst the fire.

15 My strength is like a potsherd dry'd,
my parched tongue cleaves fast
To my dry mouth, and to the dust
of death, me brought Thou hast.
16 Like furious dogs they me surround;
in crouds the wicked meet;
their rude assembly me enclose,
and pierce my hands and feet.

17 Ev'n I may number all my bones;
on me they look and stare:
18 For my whole vesture, lots they cast,
and they my garments share.
19 But be not far, O LORD, my strength;
haste Thou to succour me.
20 My precious soul, both from the sword,
and pow'r of dogs set free.

21 O save me from the lion's mouth;
as Thou hast answer'd me,
When on the horns of unicorns
I cry'd aloud to Thee.
22 Then to my brethren I'll declare
the glories of thy name;
Amidst the congregation I
thy praises will proclaim.

[3 Part]

23 All ye who fear the LORD, Him praise,
all Jacob's seed who are
Him glorify; all Israel's seed
do ye Him greatly fear.
24 For He th' affliction of the poor,
nor loaths, nor does despise;
Nor hides his face from him, but hears
When loud to Him he cries.

25 Ev'n in the congregation great,
my praise is of Thee still:
Before them who Him reverence
perform my vows I will.
26 The meek shall feed and be suffic'd:
and praise the LORD shall ye
Who seek his face; your heart shall live
ev'n to eternity.

27 All ends of th' earth remember shall,
and turn unto the LORD;
Thee all the heathen families
to worship shall accord:
28 Because to our JEHOVAH does
the kingdom appertain;
And He among the nations is
the ruler sovereign.

29 Earth's rich ones eat, and worship shall,
all who to dust descend
(For none can keep alive their souls)
before his face shall bend.
30 A seed for ever shall Him serve,
which to the Lord alone
A generation shall be call'd
which He will ever own.

31 They shall come forth, and shall declare
his glorious righteousness;
To generations yet unborn,
that he hath done all this.

Text Information
First Line: My God, my God, wherefore hast thou
Title: A Psalm of David [The Sufferings, Prayers, and Praises of CHRIST]
Language: English
Publication Date: 1773
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