Berean Standard Bible
Psalms 22
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1For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from saving me, so far from my words of groaning?
8“He trusts in the LORD, let the LORD deliver him; let the LORD rescue him, since He delights in him.”
14I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me in the dust of death.
23You who fear the LORD, praise Him! All descendants of Jacob, honor Him! All offspring of Israel, revere Him!
24For He has not despised or detested the torment of the afflicted. He has not hidden His face from him, but has attended to his cry for help.
25My praise for You resounds in the great assembly; I will fulfill my vows before those who fear You.
26The poor will eat and be satisfied; those who seek the LORD will praise Him. May your hearts live forever!
27All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the LORD. All the families of the nations will bow down before Him.
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