Textus Receptus: New page: Psa 22:1 My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? [why] art thou so farre from my health, and from the wordes of my comp...

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New page: Psa 22:1 <To the chiefe musition of the mornyng hinde, a psalme of Dauid.> My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? [why] art thou so farre from my health, and from the wordes of my comp...

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Psa 22:1 <To the chiefe musition of the mornyng hinde, a psalme of Dauid.> My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? [why] art thou so farre from my health, and from the wordes of my complaynt?
Psa 22:2 O my God I crye all the day tyme, and in the night season, and I ceasse not: but thou hearest not.
Psa 22:3 And yet thou most holy: sittest to receaue the prayers of Israel.
Psa 22:4 Our fathers hoped in thee: they trusted in thee, & thou didst deliuer them.
Psa 22:5 They called vpon thee, and they were helped: they did put their trust in thee, and they were not confounded.
Psa 22:6 But as for me I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of men, and an outcast of the people.
Psa 22:7 All they that see me, laugh me to scorne: they do make a mowe, and nod their head [at me.]
Psa 22:8 [Saying] he referreth [all] to God, [loking that God] wyll deliuer him [and] rescue him: for he delighteth only in him.
Psa 22:9 But thou art he that tokest me out of my mothers wombe: thou causedst me to trust in thee, suckyng my mothers breastes.
Psa 22:10 I haue ben left vnto thee euer since I was borne: thou art my God euen from my mothers wombe.
Psa 22:11 O go not far fro me, for trouble is harde at hande: and there is none to helpe me.
Psa 22:12 Many oxen are come about me: fat [bulles] of Bashan close me in on euery syde.
Psa 22:13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes: as it were a rampyng and a roryng lion.
Psa 22:14 I am as [it were] into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels.
Psa 22:15 My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
Psa 22:16 (22:16a) For dogges are come about me, the assemble of the wicked lay siege agaynst me: they haue pearced my handes and my feete,
Psa 22:17 (22:16b) I may tell all my bones. (22:17a) They stande staring & gasing vpon me:
Psa 22:18 (22:17b) they part my garmentes among them, and they cast lottes vpon my vesture.
Psa 22:19 (22:18) But be not thou farre from me O God: thou art my strength, make haste to helpe me.
Psa 22:20 (22:19) Delyuer my soule from the sworde: and my dearlyng from the dogges pawes.
Psa 22:21 (22:20) Saue me from the Lions mouth: delyuer me from the hornes of the Unicornes.
Psa 22:22 (22:21) I wyll declare thy name vnto my brethren: I wyll prayse thee in the middest of the congregation.
Psa 22:23 (22:22) [Saying] prayse ye God ye that feare hym: glorifie hym all ye of the seede of Iacob, and stande in awe of hym all ye of the seede of Israel.
Psa 22:24 (22:23) For he hath not dispised nor abhorred the affliction of the poore: he hath not hyd his face from hym, but he hearde hym when he cryed vnto hym.
Psa 22:25 (22:24) My prayse shalbe of thee in the great congregation: I wyll perfourme my vowes in the syght of them that feare hym.
Psa 22:26 (22:25) The poore shall eate, and be satisfied: they that seeke after God shall prayse hym, your heart shall lyue for euer.
Psa 22:27 (22:26) All the endes of the worlde shall remember them selues and be turned vnto God: and all the kinredes of the nations shall worshyp before thy face.
Psa 22:28 (22:27) For the kingdome is Gods: and he is the gouernour ouer the nations.
Psa 22:29 (22:28) All such as be fat vpon the earth shall eate and worshyp: all they that go downe [in] to the dust shall knele before hym, although he preserued not his owne lyfe.
Psa 22:30 (22:29) The posteritie shall serue hym: they shalbe counted vnto the Lorde for a generation.
Psa 22:31 (22:30) They wyll come and declare his righteousnesse vnto a people that shalbe borne: for he hath done it.

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Textus Receptus: New page: Psa 22:1 My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? [why] art thou so farre from my health, and from the wordes of my comp...