O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not answer;
by night as well, but I find no rest.
I am poured out like water;
all my bones are out of joint;
my heart within my breast is melting wax.
My mouth is dried out like a pot-sherd;
my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth,
and you have laid me in the dust of the grave.
Be not far away, O God;
you are my strength; hasten to help me.
To you alone all who sleep in the earth bow down in worship;
all who go down to the dust fall before you.
My soul shall live for you;
my descendants shall serve you;
they shall be known as yours for ever.
They shall come and make known to a people yet unborn
the saving deeds that you have done.
--Psalm 22: 2, 14-15, 18, 28-30
The Saint Helena Psalter
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