22 My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

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

¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶ For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.

¹⁹ But be not thou far from me, O Lord: O my strength, haste thee to help me.