Psalm 22:1–18

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

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

²O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer;

and by night but find no rest.^*

³Yet you are holy,

enthroned on the praises of Israel.^*

⁴In you our ancestors trusted;

they trusted, and you delivered them.

⁵To you they cried and were saved;

in you they trusted and were not put to shame.^*

⁶But I am a worm and not human,

scorned by others and despised by the people.^*

⁷All who see me mock me;

they sneer at me; they shake their heads;^*

⁸“Commit your cause to the Lord; let him deliver—

let him rescue the one in whom he delights!”^*

⁹Yet it was you who took me from the womb;

you kept me safe on my mother’s breast.^*

¹⁰On you I was cast from my birth,

and since my mother bore me you have been my God.^*

¹¹Do not be far from me,

for trouble is near,

and there is no one to help.

¹²Many bulls encircle me;

strong bulls of Bashan surround me;^*

¹³they open wide their mouths at me,

like a ravening and roaring lion.^*

¹⁴I am poured out like water,

and all my bones are out of joint;

my heart is like wax;

it is melted within my breast;^*

¹⁵my mouth^z is dried up like a potsherd,

and my tongue sticks to my jaws;

you lay me in the dust of death.^*

¹⁶For dogs are all around me;

a company of evildoers encircles me;

they bound my hands and feet.^a*

¹⁷I can count all my bones.

They stare and gloat over me;

¹⁸they divide my clothes among themselves,

and for my clothing they cast lots.^*