Psalm 22:1–18

¹My God, my God why have you forsaken me?

Why are you far from helping me, far from the words of my groaning?

²O my God, I call by day and you do not answer,

and by night but I have no rest.^b

³Yet you are holy,

enthroned on the praises of Israel.

⁴Our ancestors^c trusted you;

they trusted and you delivered them.

⁵They cried to you and were saved;

they trusted you and were not ashamed.

⁶But I am a worm and not a man,

scorned by humankind and despised by people.

⁷All who see me mock me.

They open wide their lips;

they shake the head, saying:

⁸“He trusts Yahweh.^d Let him rescue him.

Let him deliver him because he delights in him.”

⁹Yet you took me from the belly;

you made me trust while on my mother’s breasts.

¹⁰On you I was cast from the womb.

From my mother’s belly you have been my God.

¹¹Do not be far from me

because trouble is near;

because there is no helper.

¹²Many bulls have encircled me;

mighty bulls of Bashan have surrounded me.

¹³They open their mouth against me

like a lion tearing and roaring.

¹⁴I am poured out like water,

and all my bones are out of joint.

My heart is like wax;

it is melted within me.^e

¹⁵My strength is dry like a potsherd,

and my tongue is sticking to my jaws;

and you have placed me in the dust of death.

¹⁶Because dogs have surrounded me;

a gang of evildoers has encircled me.

Like the lion^f they are at my hands and my feet.

¹⁷I can count all my bones;

they gaze, they look at me.

¹⁸They divide my garments among them,

and for my clothing they cast lots.^g