Psalm 22:1–18

¹My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

²O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou answerest not;

And in the night season, and am not silent.

³But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.

⁴Our fathers trusted in thee:

They trusted, and thou didst deliver them.

⁵They cried unto thee, and were delivered:

They trusted in thee, and were not put to shame.

⁶But I am a worm, and no man;

A reproach of men, and despised of the people.

⁷All they that see me laugh me to scorn:

They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,

⁸Commit thyself unto Jehovah; let him deliver him:

Let him rescue him, seeing he delighteth in him.

⁹But thou art he that took me out of the womb;

Thou didst make me trust when I was upon my mother’s breasts.

¹⁰I was cast upon thee from the womb;

Thou art my God since my mother bare me.

¹¹Be not far from me; for trouble is near;

For there is none to help.

¹²Many bulls have compassed me;

Strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.

¹³They gape upon me with their mouth,

As a ravening and a roaring lion.

¹⁴I am poured out like water,

And all my bones are out of joint:

My heart is like wax;

It is melted within me.

¹⁵My strength is dried up like a potsherd;

And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws;

And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶For dogs have compassed me:

A company of evil-doers have inclosed me;

They pierced my hands and my feet.

¹⁷I may count all my bones.

They look and stare upon me;

¹⁸They part my garments among them,

And upon my vesture do they cast lots.