Psalm 22
Deus, Deus meus
1
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? *
and are so far from my cry
and from the words of my distress?
2
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not answer; *
by night as well, but I find no rest.
3
Yet you are the Holy One, *
enthroned upon the praises of Israel.
4
Our forefathers put their trust in you; *
they trusted, and you delivered them.
5
They cried out to you and were delivered; *
they trusted in you and were not put to shame.
6
But as for me, I am a worm and no man, *
scorned by all and despised by the people.
7
All who see me laugh me to scorn; *
they curl their lips and wag their heads, saying,
8
“He trusted in the Lord; let him deliver him; *
let him rescue him, if he delights in him.”
9
Yet you are he who took me out of the womb, *
and kept me safe upon my mother’s breast.
10
I have been entrusted to you ever since I was born; *
you were my God when I was still in my mother’s womb.
11
Be not far from me, for trouble is near, *
and there is none to help.
12
Many young bulls encircle me; *
strong bulls of Bashan surround me.
13
They open wide their jaws at me, *
like a ravening and a roaring lion.
14
I am poured out like water;
all my bones are out of joint; *
my heart within my breast is melting wax.
15
My mouth is dried out like a pot-sherd;
my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; *
and you have laid me in the dust of the grave.