Psalms of David 22
22
PSALM XXII.
C. M.
1MY God, my God, why leav’st thou me
When I with anguish faint?
O why so far from me remov’d,
And from my loud complaint?
2All day, but all the day unheard,
To thee do I complain;
With cries implore relief all night,
But cry all night in vain.
3Yet thou art still the righteous Judge
Of innocence oppress’d;
And therefore Israel’s praises are
Of right to thee address’d.
4-5On thee our ancestors relied,
And thy deliv’rance found;
With pious confidence they pray’d,
And with success were crown’d.
6But I am treated like a worm,
Like none of human birth;
Not only by the great revil’d,
But made the rabble’s mirth.
7With laughter all the gazing crowd
My agonies survey;
They shoot the lip, they shake the head,
And thus deriding say:
8In God he trusted, boasting oft
That he was Heav’n’s delight:
Let God come down to save him now,
And own his favourite.
The Second Part.
9Thou mad’st my teeming mother’s womb
A living offspring bear;
When but a suckling at the breast
I was thy early care.
10Thou, guardian-like, didst shield from wrongs
My helpless infant days;
And since hast been my God and guide
Through life’s bewilder’d ways.
11Withdraw not then so far from me,
When trouble is so migh;
O send me help! thy help, on which
I only can rely.
12High-pamper’d bulls, a frowning herd,
From Basan’s forest met,
With strength proportion’d to their rage,
Have me around beset.
13They gape on me, and ev’ry mouth
A yawning grave appears;
The desert lion’s savage roar
Less dreadful is than their’s.
The Third Part.
14My bloodlike water’s spill’d, my joints
Are rack’d and out of frame;
My heart dissolves within my breast,
Like wax before the flame.
15Mystrength like potter’s earth is parch’d,
My tongue cleaves to my jaws;
And to the silent shades of death
My fainting soul withdraws.
16Like blood-hounds, to surround me, they
In pack’d assemblies meet;
They pierc’d my inoffensive hands,
They pierc’d my harmless feet.
17My body’s rack’d, till all my bones
Distinctly may be told:
Yet such a spectacle of woe
As pastime they behold.
18As spoil, my garments they divide,
Lots for my vesture cast:
19Therefore approach, O Lord, my strength,
And to my succour haste.
20From their sharp sword protect thou me,
Of all but life bereft;
Nor let my darling in the pow’r
Of cruel dogs be left.
21To save me from the lion’s jaws
Thy present succour send;
As once from goring unicorns
Thou didst my life defend.
22Then to my brethren I’ll declare
The triumphs of thy Name;
In presence of assembled saints
Thy glory thus proclaim:
23Ye worshippers of Jacob’s God,
All you of Israel’s line,
O praise the Lord, and to your praise
Sincere obedience join.
24He ne’er disdain’d on low distress
To cast a gracious eye;
Nor turn’d from poverty his face,
But hears its humble cry.
The Fourth Part.
25Thus in thy sacred courts will I
My cheerful thanks express;
In presence of thy saints perform
The vows of my distress.
26The meek companions of my grief
Shall find my table spread;
And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.
27Then shall the glad converted world
To God their homage pay;
And scatter’d nations of the earth
One sov’reign Lord obey.
28’Tis his supreme prerogative
O’er subject kings to reign;
’Tis just that he should rule the world,
Who does the world sustain.
29The rich, who are with plenty fed,
His bounty must confess;
The sons of want, by him reliev’d,
Their gen’rous patron bless.
With humble worship to his throne gave,
They all for aid resort;
That pow’r, which first their beings
Can only them support.
30-31Then shall a chosen spotless race,
Devoted to his Name,
To their admiring heirs his truth
And glorious acts proclaim.
നിലവിൽ തിരഞ്ഞെടുത്തിരിക്കുന്നു:
Psalms of David 22: MP1696
ഹൈലൈറ്റ് ചെയ്യുക
പങ്ക് വെക്കു
പകർത്തുക
നിങ്ങളുടെ എല്ലാ ഉപകരണങ്ങളിലും ഹൈലൈറ്റുകൾ സംരക്ഷിക്കാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നുണ്ടോ? സൈൻ അപ്പ് ചെയ്യുക അല്ലെങ്കിൽ സൈൻ ഇൻ ചെയ്യുക
First published 1696, improved 1698.
Psalms of David 22
22
PSALM XXII.
C. M.
1MY God, my God, why leav’st thou me
When I with anguish faint?
O why so far from me remov’d,
And from my loud complaint?
2All day, but all the day unheard,
To thee do I complain;
With cries implore relief all night,
But cry all night in vain.
3Yet thou art still the righteous Judge
Of innocence oppress’d;
And therefore Israel’s praises are
Of right to thee address’d.
4-5On thee our ancestors relied,
And thy deliv’rance found;
With pious confidence they pray’d,
And with success were crown’d.
6But I am treated like a worm,
Like none of human birth;
Not only by the great revil’d,
But made the rabble’s mirth.
7With laughter all the gazing crowd
My agonies survey;
They shoot the lip, they shake the head,
And thus deriding say:
8In God he trusted, boasting oft
That he was Heav’n’s delight:
Let God come down to save him now,
And own his favourite.
The Second Part.
9Thou mad’st my teeming mother’s womb
A living offspring bear;
When but a suckling at the breast
I was thy early care.
10Thou, guardian-like, didst shield from wrongs
My helpless infant days;
And since hast been my God and guide
Through life’s bewilder’d ways.
11Withdraw not then so far from me,
When trouble is so migh;
O send me help! thy help, on which
I only can rely.
12High-pamper’d bulls, a frowning herd,
From Basan’s forest met,
With strength proportion’d to their rage,
Have me around beset.
13They gape on me, and ev’ry mouth
A yawning grave appears;
The desert lion’s savage roar
Less dreadful is than their’s.
The Third Part.
14My bloodlike water’s spill’d, my joints
Are rack’d and out of frame;
My heart dissolves within my breast,
Like wax before the flame.
15Mystrength like potter’s earth is parch’d,
My tongue cleaves to my jaws;
And to the silent shades of death
My fainting soul withdraws.
16Like blood-hounds, to surround me, they
In pack’d assemblies meet;
They pierc’d my inoffensive hands,
They pierc’d my harmless feet.
17My body’s rack’d, till all my bones
Distinctly may be told:
Yet such a spectacle of woe
As pastime they behold.
18As spoil, my garments they divide,
Lots for my vesture cast:
19Therefore approach, O Lord, my strength,
And to my succour haste.
20From their sharp sword protect thou me,
Of all but life bereft;
Nor let my darling in the pow’r
Of cruel dogs be left.
21To save me from the lion’s jaws
Thy present succour send;
As once from goring unicorns
Thou didst my life defend.
22Then to my brethren I’ll declare
The triumphs of thy Name;
In presence of assembled saints
Thy glory thus proclaim:
23Ye worshippers of Jacob’s God,
All you of Israel’s line,
O praise the Lord, and to your praise
Sincere obedience join.
24He ne’er disdain’d on low distress
To cast a gracious eye;
Nor turn’d from poverty his face,
But hears its humble cry.
The Fourth Part.
25Thus in thy sacred courts will I
My cheerful thanks express;
In presence of thy saints perform
The vows of my distress.
26The meek companions of my grief
Shall find my table spread;
And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.
27Then shall the glad converted world
To God their homage pay;
And scatter’d nations of the earth
One sov’reign Lord obey.
28’Tis his supreme prerogative
O’er subject kings to reign;
’Tis just that he should rule the world,
Who does the world sustain.
29The rich, who are with plenty fed,
His bounty must confess;
The sons of want, by him reliev’d,
Their gen’rous patron bless.
With humble worship to his throne gave,
They all for aid resort;
That pow’r, which first their beings
Can only them support.
30-31Then shall a chosen spotless race,
Devoted to his Name,
To their admiring heirs his truth
And glorious acts proclaim.
നിലവിൽ തിരഞ്ഞെടുത്തിരിക്കുന്നു:
:
ഹൈലൈറ്റ് ചെയ്യുക
പങ്ക് വെക്കു
പകർത്തുക
നിങ്ങളുടെ എല്ലാ ഉപകരണങ്ങളിലും ഹൈലൈറ്റുകൾ സംരക്ഷിക്കാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നുണ്ടോ? സൈൻ അപ്പ് ചെയ്യുക അല്ലെങ്കിൽ സൈൻ ഇൻ ചെയ്യുക
First published 1696, improved 1698.