Joshua Hearne, whose blog Not Quite Getting It is on an extended hiatus, has written an excellent fresh translation of Psalm 22. I am pleased to present it to you today:
To the choirmaster: according to The Doe of the Dawn. A Psalm of David.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
So far from my salvation?¢‚Ç¨¬¶ from the words of my groaning!
My God, I call daily and nightly and am not silent but you do not hear.
But holy are You who dwells in the praises of Yisra’el. In you our ancestors trusted. They trusted you and you carried them away safely. They called out as a body to you and were rescued. They trusted in you and were not disappointed.
I am no man but, rather, I am a maggot, a disgrace among humanity, scorned by people. All who see me mock me, with their actions and face but, also, saying: ?¢‚Ç¨?ìHe placed his faith in the LORD; if the LORD is pleased with him, then let the LORD snatch him away.?¢‚Ç¨¬ù
Yet you are the one that brought me out of the womb?¢‚Ç¨¬¶you made me to trust you from the breasts of my mother. From the womb, it was you that I was cast upon and it was you that has been my God. Affliction and distress are near to me; do not be far from me, for there is no other help but you!
My many enemies, like beasts, have surrounded me. They have enclosed me like strong bulls of Bashan. They snap their jaws at me like mighty and ravenous lions.
See how I am like spilt water: My bones flow out of their joints and my very heart is like melted wax within me. Oh, yes, I am like water but, yet, my strength is dried up like an earthen pot and my tongue sticks to my jaws for you have brought me into the dust of death.
Nevertheless I am surrounded by a multitude of enemies like a pack of biting dogs. They strike at my hands and my feet. I can count every one of my bones yet they stare at me as they cast lots to divide my clothing among themselves.
O LORD, do not be far way from me! Hurry to help me for you are my protection! Snatch my life away from the blade and from the hand of my enemies. Rescue me from those beast-like enemies of mine; from the mouth of the lion and the horn of the bull.
I have counted my bones but I will recount your name before my brothers and sisters. I will boast of you in the congregation:
All you who revere the LORD should praise the LORD! All you children of Ya?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢kov should glorify the LORD! Stand in awe of the LORD children of Yisra’el!
For the LORD has neither despised nor detested the suffering of the suffering. No the LORD?¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢s face is not hidden from the pained and afflicted! When anybody calls out to the LORD they are heard?¢‚Ç¨¬¶
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