21:6 For Thou makest him blessings for ever, Thou dost cause him to rejoice with joy, By Thy countenance.
21:7 For the king is trusting in Jehovah, And in the kindness of the Most High He is not moved.
21:8 Thy hand cometh to all Thine enemies, Thy right hand doth find Thy haters.
21:9 Thou makest them as a furnace of fire, At the time of Thy presence. Jehovah in His anger doth swallow them, And fire doth devour them.
21:10 Their fruit from earth Thou destroyest, And their seed from the sons of men.
21:11 For they stretched out against Thee evil, They devised a wicked device, they prevail not,
21:12 For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.
21:13 Be Thou exalted, O Jehovah in, Thy strength, We sing and we praise Thy might!
22:1 To 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?
22:2 My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.
22:3 And Thou [art] holy, Sitting — the Praise of Israel.
22:4 In Thee did our fathers trust — they trusted, And Thou dost deliver them.
22:5 Unto Thee they cried, and were delivered, In Thee they trusted, and were not ashamed.
22:6 And I [am] a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
22:7 All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip — shake the head,
22:8 `Roll unto Jehovah, He doth deliver him, He doth deliver him, for he delighted in him.’
22:9 For thou [art] He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
22:10 On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou [art] my God.
22:11 Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.
22:12 Many bulls have surrounded me, Mighty ones of Bashan have compassed me,
22:13 They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.
22:14 As 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.
22:15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
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.
22:17 I count all my bones — they look expectingly, They look upon me,
22:18 They apportion my garments to themselves, And for my clothing they cause a lot to fall.
22:19 And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.
22:20 Deliver from the sword my soul, From the paw of a dog mine only one.