Psalms 022

For the Chief Musician; set to “The Doe of
the Morning.” A Psalm by David.

1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken
me? Why are you so far from helping me,
and from the words of my groaning?

2 My God,I cry inthedaytime, but youdon’t
answer; in the night season, and am not silent.

3 But you are holy,you who inhabit the praises of Israel.

4 Our fathers trusted in you. They trusted, and you delivered them.

5 They cried to you, and were delivered.
They trusted in you, and were not disappointed.

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

7 All those who see me mock me. They insult me with their lips. They
shake their heads, saying,

8 “He trusts in Yahweh. Let him deliver him.
Let him rescue him, since he delights in him.”

9 But you brought me out of the womb.
You made me trust while at my mother’s breasts.

10 I was thrown on you from my mother’s
womb. You are my God since my mother bore me.

11 Don’t be far from me, for trouble is near
For there is no one to help.

12 Many bulls have surrounded me.bStrong bulls of
Bashan have encircled me.

13 They open their mouths wide against me,
lions tearing prey and roaring.

14 I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint.
My heart is like wax. It is melted within me.

15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd.
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
You have brought me into the dust of
death.

16 For dogs have surrounded me.
A company of evildoers have enclosed
me. They have pierced my hands and feet.†