Psalm 22:1–18

My •God, my •God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou far from my salvation, from the words of my groaning? My God, I cry by day, and thou answerest not; and by night, and there is no rest for me: And thou art holy, thou that dwellest amid the praises of Israel. Our fathers confided in thee: they confided, and thou didst deliver them. They cried unto thee, and were delivered; they confided in thee, and were not confounded. But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and the despised of the people. All they that see me laugh me to scorn; they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying: Commit it to Jehovah—let him rescue him; let him deliver him, because he delighteth in him! But thou art he that took me out of the womb; thou didst make me trust, upon my mother’s breasts. I was cast upon thee from the womb; thou art my •God from my mother’s belly.

¹¹Be not far from me, for trouble is near; for there is none to help. ¹²Many bulls have encompassed me; Bashan’s strong ones 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 become like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels. ¹⁵My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my palate; and thou hast laid me in the dust of death. ¹⁶For dogs have encompassed me; an assembly of evil-doers have surrounded me: they pierced my hands and my feet. ¹⁷I may count all my bones. They look, they stare upon me; ¹⁸They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.