Psalms 22

Matthew(i) 1 To the chaunter vppon Aieleth of the dawnyng, a Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God: why haste thou forsaken me? the wordes of my complaynte are farre fro my health. 2 O my God, I crye in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest. 3 Yet dwellest thou in the sanctuarye, O thou worshyppe of Israel. 4 Oure fathers hoped in the, they trusted in the, and thou dyddest deliuer them. 5 They called vpon the, & were helped: they put their trust in the, & were not confounded. 6 But as for me, I am a worme & no man: a very scorne of men and the outcaste of the people. 7 Al they that se me, laugh me to scorne: thei shute out their lippes, & shake their heades. 8 He trusted in God, let hym delyuer hym: let him helpe hym, if he will haue hym. 9 But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe: thou waste 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 then, for trouble is harde at hande, and here is none to helpe me. 12 Great bulles are come about me, fatte oxen close me in on euery syde. 13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampynge and roarynge Lyon. 14 I am poured out lyke water, all my boones are out of ioynt: my herte in the middest of my body is euen lyke meltyng waxe. 15 My strength is dryed vp lyke a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, & thou haste brought me into the dust of death. 16 For dogges are come about me, the counsail of the wicked hath layed seage against me. They pearsed my handes and my fete, 17 I might haue tolde all my bones: as for them, they stode staryng and lokyng vpon me. 18 They haue parted my garmentes among them, and cast lottes vpon my vesture. 19 But be not thou farre fro me, O Lorde: thou art my succoure, haste the to helpe me. 20 Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlyng from the power of the dogge. 21 Saue me from the Lyons mouth, & heare me from amonge the hornes of the Vnicornes. 22 So wyll I declare thy name vnto my brethren, in the middest of the congregacion wyl I prayse the. 23 O praise the Lord ye that feare him: Magnify hym all ye sede of Iacob, and let al the sede of Israel feare hym. 24 For he hath not despised nor abhorred the miserable estate of the poore: he hath not hid hys face fro me, but when I called vnto him he herde me. 25 I wyll prayse the in the great congregacion, and perfourme my vowes in the sighte of all them that feare the. 26 The poore shall eate & be satisfied: they that seke after the Lord shal prayse hym: our hert shall lyue for euer. 27 All the endes of the worlde shall remembre them selfes, and be turned vnto the Lorde: & all the generacions of the Heithen shal worshippe before hym. 28 For the kyngdom is the Lordes, & he shal be the gouernour of the Heythen. 29 All such as be fat vpon earth, shall eate also and worshippe. All they that lye in the dust, and lyue so hardly, shall fall doune before hym. 30 The sede shall serue hym, and preache of the Lord for euer. 31 They shall come, and declare hys ryghteousnes: vnto a people that shallbe borne, whome the Lorde hath made.