Psalm 22
Deus, Deus meus
1
My God, my God, look upon me; why hast thou forsaken me *
and art so far from my health, and from the words of my complaint?
2
O my God, I cry in the day-time, but thou hearest not *
and in the night-season also I take no rest.
3
And thou continuest holy *
O thou worship of Israel.
4
Our fathers hoped in thee *
they trusted in thee, and thou didst deliver them.
5
They called upon thee, and were holpen *
they put their trust in thee, and were not confounded.
6
But as for me, I am a worm, and no man *
a very scorn of men, and the outcast of the people.
7
All they that see me laugh me to scorn *
they shoot our their lips, and shake their heads, saying,
8
He trusted in God, that he would deliver him *
let him deliver him, if he will have him.
9
But thou art he that took me out of my mother’s womb *
thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet upon my mother’s breasts.
10
I have been left unto thee ever since I was born *
thou art my God, even from my mother’s womb.
11
O go not from me, for trouble is hard at hand *
and there is none to help me.