Psalms 22:1-9

¹To the overcomer, for the morrow-tide hind, the psalm of David. God, my God, behold thou on me, why hast thou forsaken me? the words of my trespasses be far from mine health.

²My God, I shall cry by day, and thou shalt not hear; and by night, and not to unwisdom to me.

³Forsooth thou, the praising of Israel, dwellest in holiness;

⁴our fathers hoped in thee; they hoped, and thou deliveredest them.

⁵They cried to thee, and they were made safe; they hoped in thee, and they were not shamed.

⁶But I am a worm, and not a man; the shame of men, and the out-casting of the people.

⁷All men seeing me scorned me; they spake with lips, and wagged the head, and said,

⁸He hoped in the Lord, deliver he him; make he him safe, for he will or delights in him.

⁹For thou it art that drewest me out of the womb, that art mine hope from the teats of my mother;