Psalms 22:1-16

¹To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

²O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; And in the night season, and am not silent.

³But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.

⁴Our fathers trusted in thee: They trusted, and thou didst deliver them.

⁵They cried unto thee, and were delivered: They trusted in thee, and were not confounded.

⁶But I am a worm, and no man; A reproach of men, and despised of the people.

⁷All they that see me laugh me to scorn: They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,

⁸He trusted on the Lord that he would deliver him: Let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him.

⁹But thou art he that took me out of the womb: Thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother’s breasts.

¹⁰I was cast upon thee from the womb: Thou art my God from my mother’s belly.

¹¹Be not far from me; for trouble is near; For there is none to help.

¹²Many bulls have compassed me: Strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.

¹³They gaped upon me with their mouths, As a ravening and a roaring lion.

¹⁴I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

¹⁵My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶For dogs have compassed me: The assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: They pierced my hands and my feet.