Psalms 22:1-13 ▼

1 {To the chief Musician. Upon Aijeleth-Shahar. A Psalm of David.} My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? [why art thou] far from my salvation, from the words of my groaning?

2 My God, I cry by day, and thou answerest not; and by night, and there is no rest for me:

3 And thou art holy, thou that dwellest amid the praises of Israel.

4 Our fathers confided in thee: they confided, and thou didst deliver them.

5 They cried unto thee, and were delivered; they confided in thee, and were not confounded.

6 But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and the despised of the people.

7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn; they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, [saying:]

8 Commit it to Jehovah -- let him rescue him; let him deliver him, because he delighteth in him!

9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb; thou didst make me trust, upon my mother's breasts.

10 I was cast upon thee from the womb; thou art my God from my mother's belly.

11 Be not far from me, for trouble is near; for there is none to help.

12 Many bulls have encompassed me; Bashan's strong ones have beset me round.

13 They gape upon me with their mouth, [as] a ravening and a roaring lion.