Psalms 22:16
And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.
And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.
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17I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,
18They apportion my garments to themselves, And for my clothing they cause a lot to fall.
19And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.
20Deliver from the sword my soul, From the paw of a dog mine only one.
12Many bulls have surrounded me, Mighty ones of Bashan have compassed me,
13They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.
14As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
9His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
10They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
11God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
12At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
11Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
12On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
13They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'
9From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.
6A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.
15And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;
16With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
3Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
5He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
1To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?
22A cry is heard from their houses, For Thou bringest against them suddenly a troop, For they dug a pit to capture me, And snares they have hidden for my feet.
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
14Bound hath been the yoke of my transgressions by His hand, They are wrapped together, They have gone up on my neck, He hath caused my power to stumble, The Lord hath given me into hands, I am not able to rise.
2When evil doers come near to me to eat my flesh, My adversaries and mine enemies to me, They have stumbled and fallen.
4Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.
5The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.
6The cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been the snares of death.
53They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.
15In Thy hand `are' my times, Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, And from my pursuers.
5All the day they wrest my words, Concerning me all their thoughts `are' for evil,
6They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul.
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
3For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
22Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?
14O God, the proud have risen up against me, And a company of the terrible sought my soul, And have not placed Thee before them,
7All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip -- shake the head,
38I smite them, and they are not able to rise, They fall under my feet,
17At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
17They have surrounded me as waters all the day, They have gone round against me together,
21They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done `it', Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.
27And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,
11`Our steps now have compassed `him';' Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land.
19Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.
22For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.