Psalms 22:3-15

³You are the Holy One, throned on the praises of Israel.

⁴In you our ancestors trusted, they trusted and you delivered them.

⁵They cried to you, and found safety, in you did they trust and were not put to shame.

⁶But I am a worm, not a person; insulted by others, despised by the people.

⁷All who see me mock me, with mouths wide open and wagging heads:

⁸“He relies on the Lord; let him save him. Let him rescue the one he holds dear!”

⁹But you drew me from the womb, laid me safely on my mother's breasts.

¹⁰On your care was I cast from my very birth, you are my God from my mother's womb.

¹¹Be not far from me, for trouble is nigh, and there is none to help.

¹²I am circled by many bulls, beset by the mighty of Bashan,

¹³who face me with gaping jaws, like ravening roaring lions.

¹⁴Poured out am I like water, and all my bones are loosened. My heart is become like wax, melted within me.

¹⁵My palate is dry as a sherd, my tongue sticks to my jaws; in the dust of death you lay me.