Psalm 22:1–18

¹My ^aGod, My God, why have You forsaken Me?

Why are You so far from helping Me,

And from the words of My groaning?

²O My God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not hear;

And in the night season, and am not silent.

³But You are holy,

Enthroned in the ^bpraises of Israel.

⁴Our fathers trusted in You;

They trusted, and You delivered them.

⁵They cried to You, and were delivered;

^cThey trusted in You, and were not ashamed.

⁶But I am ^da worm, and no man;

^eA reproach of men, and despised by the people.

^7fAll those who see Me ridicule Me;

They ²shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,

⁸“He ^g3trusted in the Lord, let Him rescue Him;

^hLet Him deliver Him, since He delights in Him!”

⁹ⁱBut You are He who took Me out of the womb;

You made Me trust while on My mother’s breasts.

¹⁰I was cast upon You from birth.

From My mother’s womb

^jYou have been My God.

¹¹Be not far from Me,

For trouble is near;

For there is none to help.

^12kMany bulls have surrounded Me;

Strong bulls of ^lBashan have encircled Me.

^13mThey ⁴gape at Me with their mouths,

Like a raging and roaring lion.

¹⁴I am poured out like water,

ⁿAnd all My bones are out of joint;

My heart is like wax;

It has melted ⁵within Me.

^15oMy strength is dried up like a potsherd,

And ^pMy tongue clings to My jaws;

You have brought Me to the dust of death.

¹⁶For dogs have surrounded Me;

The congregation of the wicked has enclosed Me.

^qThey ⁶pierced My hands and My feet;

¹⁷I can count all My bones.

^rThey look and stare at Me.

^18sThey divide My garments among them,

And for My clothing they cast lots.