Psalms 22:2-16

²My God, every day I call to you during the daytime and during the night, but you do not answer me, so I am not able to sleep.

³But you are holy. You sit on your throne as king, and we the people of Israel praise you PRS.

⁴Our ancestors trusted in you. Because they trusted in you, you rescued them.

⁵When they cried out to you, you saved them. They trusted in you, and ◄they were not disappointed/you saved them as you said that you would►.

⁶But you have not rescued me People despise me and consider that I am not a man; they think that I am as worthless as a worm! Everyone HYP scorns me and despises me.

⁷Everyone who sees me HYP makes fun of me. They sneer at me and insult me by shaking their heads at me as though I were an evil man. They say,

⁸“He trusts in Yahweh, so Yahweh should save him! He says that Yahweh is very pleased with him; if that is so, Yahweh should rescue him!”

⁹Why do you not protect me now as you did when I was born? I was safe even when I was ◄nurssing/drinking milk from my mother's breasts►.

¹⁰It was as though you adopted me right when I was born. You have ◄been my God/taken care of me► ever since I was born.

¹¹So, ◄do not stay far from/stay close to► LIT me now because enemies who will cause me much trouble are near me, and there is no one else who can help me.

¹²My enemies surround me like a herd/group of wild bulls. Fierce people, like those strong bulls that graze on the hills in Bashan area, encircle me.

¹³They are like roaring lions that are attacking the animals that they want to kill MET and eat; they rush toward me to kill me; they are like lions that have their mouths open, ready to tear their victims to pieces MET.

¹⁴I am completely exhausted MET, and all my bones are out of their joints/places. I no longer expect that God will save me; that expectation is gone completely, like wax that has melted away.

¹⁵My strength is all dried up MET like a broken piece of a clay jar that has dried in the sun. I am so thirsty that my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. O God, I think that you are about to let me die and become dirt!

¹⁶My enemies MET surround me like a pack/group of wild dogs. A group of evil men has encircled me, ready to attack me. They have already smashed my hands and my feet.