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 complaint?
2
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not hear; *
in the night season also, but I find no rest.
3
But you remain holy, *
enthroned upon the praises of Israel.
4
Our fathers hoped in you; *
they trusted in you, and you delivered them.
5
They called upon you, and were delivered; *
they put their trust in you, and were not confounded.
6
But as for me, I am a worm, and no man, *
scorned by all, and the outcast of the people.
7
All those who see me laugh me to scorn; *
they curl 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 you are he that took me out of my mother’s womb; *
you were my hope, when I was yet upon my mother’s breasts.
10
I have been cast upon you ever since I was born; *
you are my God, even from my mother’s womb.
11
O go not far from me, for trouble is near at hand, *
and there is none to help me.
12
Many oxen have come around me; *
fat bulls of Bashan close me in on every side.
13
They gape at me with their mouths, *
like a ravening and a roaring lion.
14
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; *
my heart also in the midst of my body is like melting wax.
15
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaves to my gums; *
and you bring me into the dust of death.
16
For many dogs have come about me, *
and the council of the wicked lays siege against me.
17
They pierced my hands and my feet; I can count all my bones; *
they stand staring and looking upon me.
18
They part my garments among them, *
and casts lots for my clothing.
19
But be not far from me, O Lord. *
You are my succour; hasten to help me.
20
Deliver my soul from the sword, *
my life from the power of the dog.
21
Save me from the lion’s mouth, *
and my soul in misery from among the horns of wild oxen.