Psalms 22:1-10 ▼

1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from saving me, so far from my words of groaning?

2 I cry out by day, O my God, but You do not answer, and by night, but I have no rest.

3 Yet You are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.

4 In You our fathers trusted; they trusted and You delivered them.

5 They cried out to You and were set free; they trusted in You and were not disappointed.

6 But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by men and despised by the people.

7 All who see me mock me; they sneer and shake their heads:

8 “He trusts in the LORD, let the LORD deliver him; let the LORD rescue him, since He delights in him.”

9 Yet You brought me forth from the womb; You made me secure at my mother’s breast.

10 From birth I was cast upon You; from my mother’s womb You have been my God.