Psalm 022

1    My God, my God, why hast thou me

          forsaken? why so far

     Art thou from helping me, and from

          my words that roaring are?

2    All day, my God, to thee I cry,

          yet am not heard by thee;

     And in the season of the night

          I cannot silent be.

3    But thou art holy, thou that dost

          inhabit Isr’el’s praise.

4    Our fathers hop’d in thee, they hop’d

          and thou didst them release.

5    When unto thee they sent their cry,

          to them deliv’rance came:

     Because they put their trust in thee,

          they were not put to shame.

6    But as for me, a worm I am,

          and as no man am priz’d:

     Reproach of men I am, and by

          the people am despis’d.

7    All that me see laugh me to scorn;

          shoot out the lip do they;

     They nod and shake their heads at me,

          and, mocking, thus do say,

8    This man did trust in God, that he

          would free him by his might:

     Let him deliver him, sith he

          had in him such delight.

9    But thou art he out of the womb

          that didst me safely take;

     When I was on my mother’s breasts

          thou me to hope didst make.

10   And I was cast upon thy care,

          ev’n from the womb till now;

     And from my mother’s belly, Lord,

          my God and guide art thou.

11   Be not far off, for grief is near,

          and none to help is found.

12   Bulls many compass me, strong bulls

          of Bashan me surround.

13   Their mouths they open’d wide on me,

          upon me gape did they,

     Like to a lion ravening

          and roaring for his prey.

14   Like water I’m pour’d out, my bones

          all out of joint do part:

     Amidst my bowels, as the wax,

          so melted is my heart.

15   My strength is like a potsherd dry’d;

          my tongue it cleaveth fast

     Unto my jaws; and to the dust

          of death thou brought me hast.

16   For dogs have compass’d me about:

          the wicked, that did meet

     In their assembly, me inclos’d;

          they pierc’d my hands and feet.

17   I all my bones may tell; they do

          upon me look and stare.

18   Upon my vesture lots they cast,

          and clothes among them share.

19   But be not far, O Lord, my strength;

          haste to give help to me.

20   From sword my soul, from pow’r of dogs

          my darling set thou free.

21   Out of the roaring lion’s mouth

          do thou me shield and save:

     For from the horns of unicorns

          an ear to me thou gave.

22   I will shew forth thy name unto

          those that my brethren are;

     Amidst the congregation

          thy praise I will declare.

23   Praise ye the Lord, who do him fear;

          him glorify all ye

     The seed of Jacob: fear him all

          that Isr’el’s children be.

24   For he despis’d not nor abhorr’d

          th’ afflicted’s misery;

     Nor from him hid his face, but heard

          when he to him did cry.

25   Within the congregation great

          my praise shall be of thee;

     My vows before them that him fear

          shall be perform’d by me.

26   The meek shall eat, and shall be fill’d;

          they also praise shall give

     Unto the Lord that do him seek:

          your heart shall ever live.

27   All ends of th’ earth remember shall,

          and turn the Lord unto;

     All kindreds of the nations

          to him shall homage do:

28   Because the kingdom to the Lord

          doth appertain as his;

     Likewise among the nations

          the Governor he is.

29   Earth’s fat ones eat, and worship shall:

          all who to dust descend

     Shall bow to him; none of them can

          his soul from death defend.

30   A seed shall service do to him;

          unto the Lord it shall

     Be for a generation

          reckon’d in ages all.

31   They shall come, and they shall declare

          his truth and righteousness

     Unto a people yet unborn,

          and that he hath done this.

Ekklesia Muskogee is a reformed baptist church that gathers for worship in Muskogee, Oklahoma. We confess the 1689 second London baptist confession of faith. We affirm the five solas of the Reformation as well as the doctrines of grace (otherwise known as the five points of Calvinism), and each of our pastors would not be ashamed to be called a Calvinist. We are a church led by elders, of which there is a plurality (also called pastors and overseers in the Scriptures). Our mission is to make disciples, love cities, and plant churches.