Psalm 22



My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?

                    Why are you far from my cry, the words I roar out? (1)

My God, I cry by day and you do not answer

By night and there is no repose for me. (2)


Yet you are holy, you who sit enthroned on the praises of Israel. (3)

In you our parents trusted, they trusted and you delivered them. (4)

To you they cried and then escaped;

in you they trusted and were never disappointed. (5)


But I am a worm and not a human being,

                    reproached by fellow humans and despised by the people. (6)

All who see me mock me,

curl up their lip,

and shake their head: (7)

"He trusted in Yahweh, let him deliver him.

Let him save him since he delights in him." (8)


Indeed, you are the one who drew me from the womb;

You made me feel secure on the breasts of my mother. (9)

On you I was thrown from birth;

From the womb of my mother you have been my God! (10)


Do not be far from me since trouble is near;

                    Indeed there seems to be no one to help. (11)



Many bulls surround me;

                mighty bulls of Bashan encircle me. (12)

They open their mouths against me like a tearing and roaring lion. (13)

I am poured out like water;

                    all my bones are separated from each other.

My heart has become like wax melted in the midst of my guts. (14)

                    My palate is dried up like a potsherd;

                    my tongue is made to cleave to my jaws.

You have put me in the dust of death. (15)

Dogs surround me;

                    a pack of evildoers encircle me.

My hands and feet are shriveled up. (16)

                    I can count all my bones.

They stare and look at me. (17)

                    They divide my clothes among themselves;

they cast lots for my wardrobe. (18)


You, Yahweh, do not be far.

                    Oh, aid-giver, hurry to my help. (19)

Deliver me from the sword;

                    my precious life from the power of the dogs. (20)

Save me from the mouth of the lion,

                    from the horns of the wild oxen.

Certainty of being heard

You have answered me! (21)



I will recount your name to my sisters and brothers;

in the midst of the congregation I will praise you. (22)


You who fear Yahweh, praise him.

                    All descendants of Jacob, honor him;

Be in awe before him, all descendants of Israel. (23)

Report of deliverance

He has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted one.

                    He has not hidden his face from me;

when I cried to him he listened. (24)

Statements of confidence and hope

You are the reason I offer praise in the great congregation.

                    I will pay my vows before those who fear him. (25)

The poor shall eat and be satisfied;

                    those who seek him shall praise Yahweh.

                    Let your heart live forever! (26)

The world

All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to Yahweh;

                    before him shall prostrate themselves all families of the nations. (27)

Aye, kingship belongs to Yahweh;

he rules among the nations. (28)

The dying

Surely to him shall all those about to sleep in the earth prostrate themselves;

                    before him shall genuflect all those about to go down to the dust.

And the one who cannot keep himself alive--his descendants shall worship God.

Future Ages

It shall be recounted about the Lord to a coming generation; (29-30)

                    they shall narrate his righteousness to a people still to be born--

that this was his doing! (31)



2001 Ralph W. Klein

Feel free to use the translation of this Psalm in Christian worship.