Psalms 22:1-18 ▼

1 For the one directing. According to “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have You forsaken me, far away from my salvation, from the words of my roaring?

2 O my God, I cry out by day, and You do not answer, and by night, and there is no quiet for me.

3 And You are holy, sitting amid the praises of Israel.

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

5 To You they cried, and they were given escape; in You they trusted, and they were not put to shame.

6 And I am a worm, and not a man, the scorn of men, and despised by the people.

7 All seeing me mock at me; they gape with the lip; they shake the head:

8 “Roll to YHWH; let Him deliver him and snatch him away, if indeed He delights in him.”

9 Yet You brought me forth from the womb; You made me trust upon the breasts of my mother.

10 Upon You I was cast forth from the womb; from the belly of my mother, You are my God.

11 You should not be far from me, for distress is near, and because there is no one to help.

12 Many strong bulls have surrounded me, mighty ones of Bashan have encircled Me.

13 They open against me their mouths, a lion tearing and roaring.

14 I am poured out like water, and all of my bones are separated; my heart has become like wax, and has melted in the midst of my bowels.

15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws; and in the dust of death You lay me.

16 For dogs have surrounded me; the swarm of the wicked has encircled me, piercing my hands and my feet.

17 I can count all my bones; they glare; they look at me.

18 They divide out my garments for themselves, and over my clothing they cast lots.