Psalm 21 — The Holy Bible

For the End; concerning help in the morning; a psalm by David.

O God, my God, hear me; why have You forsaken me?

The words of my transgressions are far from my salvation.

O my God, I will cry out by day, but You will not hear me;

And by night, but not for a lack of understanding in me.

But You dwell among the saints,

O praise of Israel.

Our fathers hoped in You;

They hoped in You, and You delivered them.

They cried out to You and were saved;

They hoped in You and were not ashamed.

But I am a worm, and not a man;

A reproach of man and despised by the people.

All who see me mock me;

They speak with their lips and shake their head,

Saying, “He hoped in the Lord, let Him rescue him;

Let Him save him since He delights in him.”

For You are He who drew me from the womb,

My hope from my mother's breasts;

I was cast upon You from the womb,

From my mother's womb You are my God.

Do not stand off from me, for affliction is near;

There is no one to help.

Many young bulls surrounded me;

Fat bulls encircled me.

They opened their mouths against me

Like a raging and roaring lion.

I am poured out like water,

And all my bones are shattered;

My heart is like wax, melting into my stomach.

My strength is dried up like an earthen vessel;

My tongue cleaves to my throat;

And You led me into the dust of death.

For many dogs surrounded me;

An assembly of evildoers enclosed me;

They pierced my hands and my feet.

I numbered all my bones,

And they look and stare at me.

They divided my garments among themselves,

And for my clothing they cast lots.

But You, O Lord, do not remove Your help from me;

Attend to my aid.

Deliver my soul from the sword

And my only-begotten from the hand of the dog;

Save me from the lion's mouth,

My humiliation from the horns of the unicorns.

I will declare Your name to my brethren;

In the midst of the church I will sing to You.

You who fear the Lord, praise Him.

All you seed of Jacob, glorify Him;

Fear Him, all you seed of Israel.

For He has not despised nor scorned the beggar's supplication,

Nor has He turned away His face from me;

And when I cried out to Him, He heard me.

My praise is from You in the great church;

I will pay my vows before those who fear Him.

The poor shall eat and be well-filled,

And those who seek Him will praise the Lord;

Their hearts will live unto ages of ages.

All the ends of the world shall remember and turn to the Lord;

And all families of the Gentiles shall worship before You,

For the kingdom is the Lord's;

And He is the Master of the Gentiles.

All the prosperous of the earth ate and worshiped;

All going down into the earth shall bow down before Him,

And my soul lives with Him.

And my seed shall serve Him;

The coming generation shall be told of the Lord,

And they will declare His righteousness

To a people who will be born, because the Lord made them.