Psalm 22.
To the Chief Musician, upon Ejeleth Shehar, a Psalm of David.
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.
For dogs have compassed me, the assembly of the wicked have enclosed me,
they pierced my hands and my feet.
I may tell all my bones, they look and stare upon me.
They part my garments among them and cast lots upon my vesture.
But be not thou far from me, O Lord, O my strength, haste thee to help me.
Deliver my soul from the sword, my darling from the power of the dog.
Save me from the lion's mouth, for thou hast heard me from the horns of
the unicorns.
I will declare thy name unto my brethren, in the midst of the congregation will I
praise thee.
Ye that fear the Lord, praise him.
All ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him, and fear him, all ye the seed of Israel.
For 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.
My praise shall be of thee in the great congregation.
I will pay my vows before them that fear him.
The meek shall eat and be satisfied.
They shall praise the Lord that seek him.
Your heart shall live forever.
All the ends of the world shall remember and turn unto the Lord, and all the
kindreds of the nations shall worship before thee.
For the kingdom is the Lord's, and he is the governor among the nations.
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.
A seed shall serve him.
It shall be accounted to the Lord for a generation.
They shall come and shall declare his righteousness unto a people that shall be
born, that he hath done this.