Psalm 22:1–18

¹My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

Why art thou so far from helping me, from the words of my groaning?

²O my God, I cry by day, but thou dost not answer;

and by night, but find no rest.

³Yet thou art holy,

enthroned on the praises of Israel.

⁴In thee our fathers trusted;

they trusted, and thou didst deliver them.

⁵To thee they cried, and were saved;

in thee they trusted, and were not disappointed.

⁶But I am a worm, and no man;

scorned by men, and despised by the people.

⁷All who see me mock at me,

they make mouths at me, they wag their heads;

⁸“He committed his cause to the Lord; let him deliver him,

let him rescue him, for he delights in him!”

⁹Yet thou art he who took me from the womb;

thou didst keep me safe upon my mother’s breasts.

¹⁰Upon thee was I cast from my birth,

and since my mother bore me thou hast been my God.

¹¹Be not far from me,

for trouble is near

and there is none to help.

¹²Many bulls encompass 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 strength is dried up like a potsherd,

and my tongue cleaves to my jaws;

thou dost lay me in the dust of death.

¹⁶Yea, dogs are round about me;

a company of evildoers encircle me;

they have pierced my hands and feet—

¹⁷I can count all my bones—

they stare and gloat over me;

¹⁸they divide my garments among them,

and for my raiment they cast lots.