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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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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

MY GOD, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning? [Matt. 27:46.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

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Common English Bible

My God! My God, why have you left me all alone? Why are you so far from saving me— so far from my anguished groans?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

A Psalm of David. The Lord directs me, and nothing will be lacking to me.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

A psalm for David. The Lord ruleth me: and I shall want nothing.

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Psalm 22:1
23 Tagairtí Cros  

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


Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee.


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


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.


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


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.


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


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