Psalms 22 To the Chaunter vpon the hynde of the dawnynge a Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me: and art so farre fro my health, and from the wordes of my complaynte?

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To the Chaunter vpon the hynde of the dawnynge a Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me: and art so farre fro my health, and from the wordes of my complaynte? ² O my God, I crye in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the nyght season also I take no rest. ³ And thou continuest holy, O thou worshyppe of Israel. ⁴ Oure fathers hoped in the: they trusted in the, and thou dyddest delyuer them. ⁵ They called vpon the, and were helped: they put theyr trust in the, and were not confounded. ⁶ But as for me, I am a worme & no man: a very scorne of men & the outcast of the people. ⁷ All they that se me, laugh me to scorne: they shote out theyr lyppes, & shake the heade sayinge. ⁸ He trusted in God that he wolde delyuer him: let him delyuer him, yf he wyll haue him. ⁹ But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet vpon my mothers brestes. ¹⁰ I haue bene left vnto the euer sence I was borne: thou art my God, euen fro my mothers wombe. ¹¹ O go not fro me, for trouble is harde at hande, and ther is none to helpe me. ¹² Greate oxen are come aboute me, fatt bulles of Basan close me in on euery syde. ¹³ They gape vpon me with theyr mouthes as it were a rampynge and roarynge lyon. ¹⁴ I am powred out lyke water, & all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert also in the myddest of my bodye is euen lyke meltynge waxe. ¹⁵ My strength is dryed vp lyke a potsherde, & my tonge cleueth to my gummes: and thou shalt brynge me into the dust of death. ¹⁶ For dogges are come aboute me, & the councell of the wycked laye seage agaynst me. ¹⁷ They pearsed my handes and my fete, I maye tell all my bones, they stonde starynge and lokynge vpon me. ¹⁸ They parte my garmentes amonge them and cast lottes vpon my vesture. ¹⁹ But be not thou farre fro me, O Lord: thou art my succoure, haste the to helpe me. ²⁰ Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlynge from the power of the dogge. ²¹ Saue me from the lyons mouth: thou hast hearde me also from amonge the hornes of the vnicornes. ²² I wyll declare thy name vnto my brethren: in the myddest of the congregacion wyll I prayse the. ²³ O prayse the Lorde ye that feare him: Magnifye hym all ye of the sede of Iacob, & feare him all ye sede of Israel. ²⁴ For he hath not despysed ner abhorred the lowe estate of the poore he hath not hyd hys face from hym, but when he called vnto him, he harde him. ²⁵ My prayse is of the in the great congregacion, my vowes wyll I perfourme in the syght of them that feare hym. ²⁶ The poore shall eate, & be satisfyed: they that seke after the Lorde, shall prayse hym. youre herte shall lyue for euer. ²⁷ All the endes of the worlde shall remembre them selues, & be turned vnto the Lorde, & all the kynreds of the nacions, shall worshyppe before him. ²⁸ For the kyngdom is the Lordes, and he is the gouernoure amonge the people. ²⁹ All soche as be fat vpon earth haue eaten & worshypped. ³⁰ All they that go downe into the dust, shall knele before him & no man hath quyckened hys awne soule. ³¹ Sede shall serue him: they shalbe counted vnto the Lorde for a generacyon. They shall come, and shall declare hys ryghteousnes: vnto a people that shall be borne, whom the Lorde hath made.