Psalm 22:1–18
1 My aGod, My God, why have You forsaken Me?
Why are You so far from helping Me,
And from the words of My groaning?
2 O My God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not hear;
And in the night season, and am not silent.
Enthroned in the bpraises of Israel.
They trusted, and You delivered them.
5 They cried to You, and were delivered;
cThey trusted in You, and were not ashamed.
6 But I am da worm, and no man;
eA reproach of men, and despised by the people.
7 fAll those who see Me ridicule Me;
They 2shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,
8 “He g 3trusted in the Lord, let Him rescue Him;
hLet Him deliver Him, since He delights in Him!”
9 iBut You are He who took Me out of the womb;
You made Me trust while on My mother’s breasts.
10 I was cast upon You from birth.
From My mother’s womb
jYou have been My God.
For trouble is near;
For there is none to help.
12 kMany bulls have surrounded Me;
Strong bulls of lBashan have encircled Me.
13 mThey 4gape at Me with their mouths,
Like a raging and roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water,
nAnd all My bones are out of joint;
My heart is like wax;
It has melted 5within Me.
15 oMy strength is dried up like a potsherd,
And pMy tongue clings to My jaws;
You have brought Me to the dust of death.
16 For dogs have surrounded Me;
The congregation of the wicked has enclosed Me.
qThey 6pierced My hands and My feet;
rThey look and stare at Me.
18 sThey divide My garments among them,
And for My clothing they cast lots.