Psalm 22:1

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

My God, my God, why hast thou me forsaken? why so far Art thou from helping me, and from my words that roaring are?

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For dogs have compass'd me about: the wicked, that did meet In their assembly, me inclos'd; they pierc'd my hands and feet.

Wherefore is it that thou, O Lord, dost stand from us afar? And wherefore hidest thou thyself, when times so troublous are?

Be not far off, for grief is near, and none to help is found.

They said, God leaves him; him pursue and take: none will him save.

So feeble and infirm am I, and broken am so sore, That, through disquiet of my heart, I have been made to roar.

For God loves judgment, and his saints leaves not in any case; They are kept ever: but cut off shall be the sinner's race.

Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee.

With sinners gather not my soul, and such as blood would spill: