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Psalm 22 For the director of music. To the tune of “The Doe of the Morning.” A psalm of David. 1My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?Why are you so far from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning? 2O my God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, 3Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One; 4In you our fathers put their trust; 5They cried to you and were saved; 6But I am a worm and not a man, 7All who see me mock me; 8“He trusts in the LORD; 9Yet you brought me out of the womb; 10From birth I was cast upon you; 11Do not be far from me, 12Many bulls surround me; 13Roaring lions tearing their prey 14I am poured out like water, 15My strength is dried up like a potsherd, 16Dogs have surrounded me; 17I can count all my bones; 18They divide my garments among them 19But you, O LORD, be not far off; 20Deliver my life from the sword, 21Rescue me from the mouth of the lions; 22I will declare your name to my brothers; 23You who fear the LORD, praise him!in the congregation I will praise you. All you descendants of Jacob, honor him! Revere him, all you descendants of Israel! 24For he has not despised or disdained 25From you comes the theme of my praise in the great assembly; 26The poor will eat and be satisfied; 27All the ends of the earth 28for dominion belongs to the LORD 29All the rich of the earth will feast and worship; 30Posterity will serve him; 31They will proclaim his righteousness
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