Psalms 22

Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

in the night season, and am not silent.

you who inhabit the praises of Israel.

They trusted, and you delivered them.

They trusted in you, and were not disappointed.

a reproach of men, and despised by the people.

They insult me with their lips. They shake their heads, saying,

Let him rescue him, since he delights in him.”

You made me trust while at my mother’s breasts.

You are my God since my mother bore me.

For there is no one to help.

Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.

lions tearing prey and roaring.

It is melted within me.

You have brought me into the dust of death.

They have pierced my hands and feet.

They look and stare at me.

They cast lots for my clothing.

You are my help. Hurry to help me!

my precious life from the power of the dog.

Yes, you have rescued me from the horns of the wild oxen.

Among the assembly, I will praise you.

Stand in awe of him, all you descendants of Israel!

but when he cried to him, he heard.

I will pay my vows before those who fear him.

Let your hearts live forever.

All the relatives of the nations shall worship before you.

He is the ruler over the nations.

even he who can’t keep his soul alive.

Future generations shall be told about the Lord.

for he has done it.