Psalm 22

The Passion of the Messiah

My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?

Far from my deliverance are the words of my groaning.
O my God, I cry by day, but You do not answer;

And by night, but I have no rest.
Yet You are holy, O You who are enthroned upon the praises of Israel.
In You our fathers trusted;

They trusted and You delivered them.
To You they cried out and were delivered;

In You they trusted and were not disappointed.
But I am a worm and not a man,

A reproach of men and despised by the people.
All who see me sneer at me;

They separate with the lip, they wag the head, saying,
"Commit yourself to the LORD; let Him deliver him;

Let Him rescue him, because He delights in him."
Yet You are He who brought me forth from the womb;

You made me trust when upon my mother's breasts.
Upon You I was cast from birth;

You have been my God from my mother's womb.
Be not far from me, for trouble is near;

For there is none to help.
Many bulls have surrounded me;

Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.
They open wide their mouth at me, As a ravening and a roaring lion.
I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint;

My heart is like wax;

It is melted within me.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd,

And my tongue cleaves to my jaws;

And You lay me in the dust of death.
For dogs have surrounded me;

A band of evildoers has encompassed me;

They pierced my hands and my feet.
I can count all my bones.

They look, they stare at me;
They divide my garments among them,

And for my clothing they cast lots.
But You, O LORD, be not far off;

O You my help, hasten to my assistance.
Deliver my soul from the sword,

My only life from the power of the dog.

Save me from the lion's mouth;

From the horns of the wild oxen You answer me.