Amplified Bible

Psalm 22

A Cry of Anguish and a Song of Praise.

To the Chief Musician; set to [the tune of] Aijeleth Hashshahar (The Doe of the Dawn). A Psalm of David.

1[a]My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?
Why are You so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

O my God, I call out by day, but You do not answer;
And by night, but I find no rest nor quiet.

But You are holy,
O You who are enthroned in [the holy place where] the praises of Israel [are offered].

In You our fathers trusted [leaned on, relied on, and were confident];
They trusted and You rescued them.

They cried out to You and were delivered;
They trusted in You and were not disappointed or ashamed.


But I am [treated as] a worm [insignificant and powerless] and not a man;
I am the scorn of men and despised by the people.

All who see me laugh at me and mock me;
They [insultingly] open their lips, they shake their head, saying,

“He trusted and committed himself to the Lord, let Him save him.
Let Him rescue him, because He delights in him.”


Yet You are He who pulled me out of the womb;
You made me trust when on my mother’s breasts.
10 
I was cast upon You from birth;
From my mother’s womb You have been my God.

11 
Do not be far from me, for trouble is near;
And there is no one to help.
12 
Many [enemies like] bulls have surrounded me;
Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.
13 
They open wide their mouths against me,
Like a ravening and a roaring lion.
14 
I am poured out like water,
And all my bones are out of joint.
My heart is like wax;
It is melted [by anguish] within me.
15 
My strength is dried up like a fragment of clay pottery;
And my [dry] tongue clings to my jaws;
And You have laid me in the dust of death.
16 
For [a pack of] dogs have surrounded me;
A gang of evildoers has encircled me,
They pierced my hands and my feet.
17 
I can count all my bones;
They look, they stare at me.
18 
They divide my clothing among them
And cast lots for my [b]garment.

19 
But You, O Lord, do not be far from me;
O You my help, come quickly to my assistance.
20 
Rescue my life from the sword,
My only life from the paw of the dog (the executioner).
21 
Save me from the lion’s mouth;
From the horns of the wild oxen You answer me.

22 
I will tell of Your name to my countrymen;
In the midst of the congregation I will praise You.
23 
You who fear the Lord [with awe-inspired reverence], praise Him!
All you descendants of Jacob, honor Him.
Fear Him [with submissive wonder], all you descendants of Israel.
24 
For He has not despised nor detested the suffering of the afflicted;
Nor has He hidden His face from him;
But when he cried to Him for help, He listened.

25 
My praise will be of You in the great assembly.
I will pay my vows [made in the time of trouble] before those who [reverently] fear Him.
26 
The afflicted will eat and be satisfied;
Those who [diligently] seek Him and require Him [as their greatest need] will praise the Lord.
May your hearts live forever!
27 
All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the Lord,
And all the families of the nations will bow down and worship before You,
28 
For the kingship and the kingdom are the Lord’s
And He rules over the nations.
29 
All the prosperous of the earth will eat and worship;
All those who go down to the dust (the dead) will bow before Him,
Even he who cannot keep his soul alive.
30 
Posterity will serve Him;
They will tell of the Lord to the next generation.
31 
They will come and declare His righteousness
To a people yet to be born—that He has done it [and that it is finished].

Notas al pie

  1. Psalm 22:1 This psalm may have been prayed by Jesus when He was on the cross. It begins with, “My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?” and ends with a thought of finality. The psalm is quoted in Matt 27:46; Mark 15:34; and alluded to in Matt 27:35, 39, 43 and John 19:23, 24, 28 as being fulfilled at Christ’s crucifixion.
  2. Psalm 22:18 A prophetic reference to the long, seamless shirt-like tunic worn by Jesus as an undergarment.

Bibelen på hverdagsdansk

Salme 22

En bøn om frelse med lovprisning af Herrens trofaste hjælp

1Til korlederen: Synges til melodien „Morgenrødens rådyr”. En sang af David.

Min Gud! Min Gud!
    Hvorfor har du forladt mig?
Hvorfor hjælper du mig ikke?
    Hvorfor lytter du ikke til mit skrig?
Dag efter dag råber jeg til dig,
    men du svarer mig ikke.
Hver nat hører du min røst,
    men du giver mig ingen trøst.
Du sidder på din hellige trone,
    du er den, som Israel lovsynger.
Vore forfædre stolede på dig,
    og du reddede dem.
Du hørte deres nødråb og befriede dem,
    du skuffede aldrig deres tillid til dig.

Men jeg føler mig som en ussel orm,
    jeg bliver hånet og foragtet af alle.
Enhver, der ser mig, griner ad mig,
    ryster på hovedet eller vrænger ad mig.
„Er det ham, der stoler på Herren?” håner de.
    „Så lad os se, om Herren redder ham.
Hvis Herren elsker ham så meget,
    så burde han gribe ind og frelse ham!”

10 Herre, du var der, da jeg blev født,
    du gav mig tryghed ved min mors bryst.
11 Fra fødslen har du været den, der hjalp mig,
    hele mit liv har du været min Gud.
12 Hold dig ikke borte fra mig nu,
    for jeg er undergangen nær,
        og ingen andre kan hjælpe mig.

13 Frygtindgydende fjender har omringet mig,
    som en hjord af vilde tyre fra Bashan.
14 Som sultne og brølende løver
    kommer de imod mig med åbent gab.
15 Min styrke er sivet bort som vand i sandet,
    alle mine knogler føles, som er de gået af led,
    mit hjerte hamrer i halsen på mig.
16 Mine læber er tørre som potteskår,
    min tunge klistrer til ganen,
        du har bragt mig til gravens rand.
17 Mine fjender kredser omkring mig som hunde,
    en bande af forbrydere omringer mig.
        De har gennemboret[a] mine hænder og fødder.
18 Jeg kan tælle alle mine knogler.
    Med skadefryd stirrer fjenderne på mig.
19 De deler mine klæder imellem sig
    og trækker lod om min kjortel.
20 Herre, hold dig ikke på afstand.
    Du er min redning, kom mig til hjælp.
21 Frels mig fra døden,
    red mig fra de vilde hunde.
22 Lad mig undslippe løvens gab,
    lad mig ikke blive dræbt af vildoksens horn.

Gud, du har hørt min bøn.
23 Jeg vil fortælle om dig til mine landsmænd,
    jeg vil synge din pris midt i en stor forsamling.
24 Pris Herren, I, der kender ham,
    giv ham ære, Jakobs efterkommere,
        vis ham ærefrygt, Israels folk,
25 for han lod ikke den fortvivlede i stikken,
    han vendte sig ikke bort og gik sin vej.
        Han lyttede til mit råb om hjælp.

26 Jeg vil lovsynge dig, når folket samles,
    jeg vil opfylde mine løfter for øjnene af dit folk.
27 De ydmyge skal spise og alle blive mætte,
    de, som beder dig om hjælp, skal prise dig.
        Må de altid leve under din velsignelse.

28 Alverden skal se det og vende sig til dig, Herre,
    alle folkeslag skal komme og tilbede dig.
29 For magten tilhører dig,
    du er Konge over alle nationer.
30 Alle de fornemme og rige skal bøje sig for dig.
    Alle dødelige mennesker skal knæle ned for dig.
31 Jeg vil leve for dig,
    og min slægt skal tjene dig.
De kommende generationer skal høre
    om dine underfulde gerninger.
32 De skal fortælle om din nåde og frelse
    til slægter, som endnu ikke er født.

Notas al pie

  1. 22,17 Teksten er usikker og meningen omstridt.