Psalm 22

¹  My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
    Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
² My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don’t answer;
    in the night season, and am not silent.
³ But you are holy,
    you who inhabit the praises of Israel.
⁴ Our fathers trusted in you.
    They trusted, and you delivered them.
⁵ They cried to you, and were delivered.
    They trusted in you, and were not disappointed.
⁶ But I am a worm, and no man;
    a reproach of men, and despised by the people.
⁷ All those who see me mock me.
    They insult me with their lips. They shake their heads, saying,
⁸     “He trusts in Yahweh.
    Let him deliver him.
    Let him rescue him, since he delights in him.”
⁹ But you brought me out of the womb.
    You made me trust while at my mother’s breasts.
¹⁰ I was thrown on you from my mother’s womb.
    You are my God since my mother bore me.
¹¹ Don’t be far from me, for trouble is near.
    For there is no one to help.
¹² Many bulls have surrounded me.
    Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.
¹³ They open their mouths wide against me,
    lions tearing prey and roaring.
¹⁴ I am poured out like water.
    All my bones are out of joint.
My heart is like wax.
    It is melted within me.
¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd.
    My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
You have brought me into the dust of death.
¹⁶ For dogs have surrounded me.
    A company of evildoers have enclosed me.
    They have pierced my hands and feet. ^[a]
17 I can count all of my bones.
They look and stare at me.
¹⁸ They divide my garments among them.
    They cast lots for my clothing.