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Moff PSA Chapter 22

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From the Choirmaster’s collection. To the tune, “Deer of the Dawn.” A song of David.

22 My God, my God, why desert me?

Why do my cries of anguish bring no help?

2 I cry by day, but thou wilt not reply,

and no relief comes to me in the night.

3 Yet thou art throned, my God, within the sacred shrine,

receiving praise from Israel!

4 On thee our fathers did rely,

relied, and thou didst rescue them;

5 they cried to thee and they were safe,

relied on thee and were not disappointed.

6 But I am a mere worm, and not a man,

derided and despised by men;

7 all who see me mock at me,

they toss their heads and sneer,

8 “He left it to the Eternal! let him come to the rescue;

if the Eternal cares for him, let him come to the rescue!”

9 ’Twas thou indeed didst take me from the womb

didst lay me on my mother’s breast;

10 from birth I have been cast upon thy care,

and from my mother’s womb thou hast been my God.

11 Be not far from me now; danger is near,

and there is none to help.

12 A brutal horde bests me,

fierce bulls of Bashan hem me in,

13 panting for me open-mouthed

like lions roaring as they rend;

14 my strength is weak as water,

all my limbs give way;

my heart becomes like wax,

it is melting in my breast;

15 my throat is as dry as a potsherd,

my tongue cleaves to my jaws;

16 my hands and feet are all disfigured,

15 and I am laid low in the dust of death.

16 For a pack of curs encircles me,

a gang of villains surround me;

17 I can count all my bones,

and my foes are gloating over me,

18 dividing already my very clothes,

and casting lots for my raiment.

19 O thou Eternal, be not far from me,

O Strength of mine, speed to my aid,

20 rescue me from the sword,

save my life from these curs,

21 pluck me from the lion’s jaws,

pluck my unhappy soul from these wild-oxen’s horns.

22 Then will I tell my fellows of thy fame,

and praise thee in our gathering:

23 “Praise the Eternal, ye his worshippers,

glorify him, all ye sons of Jacob,

stand in awe of him, all ye sons of Israel!

24 For he has not despised the poor man’s plight,

he has not hidden his face from me,

he answered my appeal for help.

25 Therefore I praise him in our great gathering,

I pay my vows before his worshippers.

26 Let the pious partake of the feast to their heart’s desire,

let the Eternal’s worshippers praise him,

and wish me ’Long life and happiness!’ ”

27 [[Men shall bethink them of the Eternal,

and turn to him from earth’s very verge;

all families of the nations shall bow before him,

28 for the Eternal reigns, lords of all nations;

29 prosperous people sacrifice and worship,

dying peoples bow before him,

folk who cannot keep themselves alive;

30 their descendants worship him,

and the next generation has news of the Lord;

31 his saving deeds shall be declared

to generations yet unborn.]]