Psalm 22:1–18

^1aMy God, my God, why have You forsaken me?

^1bFar from my salvation are the words of my ^2cgroaning.

²O my God, I ^acall by day, but You do not answer;

And by night, but ¹I have no rest.

³Yet ^aYou are holy,

¹Enthroned upon ^bthe praises of Israel.

⁴In You our fathers ^atrusted;

They trusted and You ^brescued them.

⁵To You they cried out and were granted escape;

^aIn You they trusted and were not ¹disappointed.

⁶But I am a ^aworm and not a man,

A ^breproach of men and ^cdespised by the people.

⁷All who see me ^amock me;

They ¹smack their lip, they ^bwag their head, saying,

⁸“¹Commit yourself to Yahweh; ^alet Him rescue him;

Let Him deliver him, because He delights in him.”

⁹Yet You are He who ^abrought me out of the womb;

You made me trust when upon my mother’s breasts.

¹⁰Upon You I was cast ^afrom ¹birth;

You have been my God from my mother’s womb.

^11aBe not far from me, for ¹distress is near;

For there is ^bnone to help.

¹²Many ^abulls have surrounded me;

Strong bulls of ^bBashan have encircled me.

¹³They ^aopen wide their mouth at me,

As a ^blion that tears and roars.

¹⁴I am ^apoured out like water,

And all my ^bbones are out of joint;

My ^cheart is like wax;

It is melted within ¹me.

¹⁵My ^astrength is dried up like a potsherd,

And ^bmy tongue cleaves to my jaws;

And You ^clay me ¹in the dust of death.

¹⁶For ^adogs have surrounded me;

¹A band of evildoers has encompassed me;

²They ^bpierced my hands and my feet.

¹⁷I count all my bones.

^aThey look, they stare at me;

¹⁸They ^adivide my garments among them,

And for my clothing they cast lots.