Psalm 22:1–21
1 aMy God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Why art thou so far †from helping me, and from the words of bmy roaring?
2 O my God, I cry bbin the daytime, but thou hearest not;
And in the night season, and †am not silent.
3 But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the cpraises of Israel.
4 Our fathers trusted in thee:
They trusted, and thou didst deliver them.
5 They dcried unto thee, and were delivered:
eThey trusted in thee, and were not confounded.
6 But I am fa worm, and no man;
A ffreproach of men, and gdespised of the people.
7 hAll they that see me laugh me to scorn:
They †shoot out the lip, ithey shake the head, saying,
8 j†He trusted on the Lord that khe would deliver him:
Let him deliver him, ||seeing he ldelighted in him.
9 But thou art he that mntook me out of the womb:
Thou ||didst make me hope when I was upon my mother’s breasts.
10 I was ncast upon thee from the womb:
Thou art my God ofrom my mother’s belly.
11 Be not far from me; for trouble is near;
For there is †none to help.
12 Many bulls have compassed me:
pStrong qbulls of Bashan have rbeset me round.
13 sThey †gaped upon me with their mouths,
As a ravening and a roaring lion.
14 I am sspoured out like water,
And all my bones are ||out of joint:
It is tmelted in the midst of my bowels.
15 My strength is xdried up like a potsherd;
And ymy tongue cleaveth to my jaws;
And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16 For zdogs have compassed me:
The assembly of the wicked have zzinclosed me:
aThey pierced my hands and my feet.
bThey look and stare upon me.
18 cThey part my garments among them,
And cast lots upon my vesture.
19 But be not thou far dfrom me, O Lord:
O my strength, haste thee to help me.
20 Deliver my soul from the sword;
†My darling †from the power of the edog.
21 fSave me from the lion’s mouth: