Psalmes of David, The - Psalm 22
PSALM XXII .
Deus, Deus, meus.
1.
My God, my God, why hast Thou me forsaken?
Woe me, from me why is Thy presence taken,
So farr from seing myne unhealthfull eyes;
So farr from hearing to my roaring cryes?
2.
O God, my God, I cry while day appeareth,
But, God, Thy eare my crying never heareth:
O God, the night in moane to Thee I spend,
Yet to my plaint Thou dost no audience lend.
3.
But Thou art holy, and dost hold Thy dwelling
Deus, Deus, meus.
1.
My God, my God, why hast Thou me forsaken?
Woe me, from me why is Thy presence taken,
So farr from seing myne unhealthfull eyes;
So farr from hearing to my roaring cryes?
2.
O God, my God, I cry while day appeareth,
But, God, Thy eare my crying never heareth:
O God, the night in moane to Thee I spend,
Yet to my plaint Thou dost no audience lend.
3.
But Thou art holy, and dost hold Thy dwelling