Psalm 22

My God, my God, why hast thou me

forsaken? why so far

Art thou from helping me, and from

my words that roaring are?

All day, my God, to thee I cry,

yet am not heard by thee;

and in the season of the night

I cannot silent be.

(Verses 1 & 2)

Their mouth they open'd wide on me,

upon me gape did they.

Like to a lion ravening

and roaring for his prey.

Like water I'm pour'd out, my bones

all out of joint do part:

amidst my bowels, as the wax,

so melted is my heart.

My strength is like a potsherd dry'd;

my tongue it cleaveth fast

Unto my jaws; and to the dust

of death thou brought me hast.

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.

I all my bones may tell; they do

upon me look and stare.

Upon my vesture lots they cast,

and clothes among them share.

But be not far, O Lord, my strength;

haste to give help to me.

From sword my soul, from pow'r of dogs

my darling set thou free.

(Verses 13 - 20)

All ends of th' earth remember shall,

and turn the Lord unto;

all kindreds of the nations

to him shall homage do:

Because the kingdom to the Lord

doth appertain as his;

Likewise among the nations

the Governor he is.

(Verses 27 & 28)

They shall come, and they shall declare

his truth and righteousness

Unto the people yet unborn,

and that he hath done this.

(Verse 31)

Scottish Metrical Version