Psalm 22
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me
: why are you so far from helping me
and from the words of my groaning?
My God, I cry to you by day, but you do not answer
: and by night also I take no rest.
But you continue holy
: you that are the praise of Israel.
In you our fathers trusted
: they trusted, and you delivered them;
To you they cried and they were saved
: they put their trust in you and were not confounded.
But as for me, I am a worm and no man
: the scorn of men and despised by the people.
All those that see me laugh me to scorn
: they shoot out their lips at me and wag their heads, saying,
‘He trusted in the Lord
let him deliver him :
let him deliver him, if he delights in him.’
But you are he that took me out of the womb :
that brought me to lie at peace on my mother’s breast.
On you have I been cast since my birth :
you are my God, even from my mother’s womb.
O go not from me, for trouble is hard at hand :
and there is none to help.
Many oxen surround me :
fat bulls of Bashan close me in on every side.
They gape wide their mouths at me :
like lions that roar and rend.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint :
my heart within my breast is like melting wax.
My mouth is dried up like a potsherd :
and my tongue clings to my gums.