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Suffering Servant

Psalm 22

For the music director, on “The Doe of the Dawn,” a psalm of David.
My God, my God,
    why have You forsaken me?
Distant from my salvation
    are the words of my groaning.[a]
O my God, I cried out by day, but You did not answer,
by night, but there was no rest for me.
Yet You are holy,
enthroned on the praises of Israel.
In You our fathers put their trust.
They trusted, and You delivered them.
They cried to you and were delivered.
In You they trusted, and were not disappointed.
Am I a worm, and not a man?
Am I a scorn of men, despised by people?
All who see me mock me.
They curl their lips, shaking their heads:
“Rely on Adonai! Let Him deliver him!
Let Him rescue him—since he delights in Him!”[b]
10 Yet You brought me out of the womb,
made me secure at my mother’s breasts.
11 From the womb I was cast on You—
from my mother’s womb You have been my God.
12 Be not far from me!
For trouble is near—
    there is no one to help.
13 Many bulls have surrounded me.
Strong bulls of Bashan encircled me.
14 They open wide their mouths against me,
like a tearing, roaring lion.
15 I am poured out like water,
    and all my bones are disjointed.
My heart is like wax—
    melting within my innards.
16 My strength is dried up like a clay pot,
my tongue clings to my jaws.
You lay me in the dust of death.
17 For dogs have surrounded me.
A band of evildoers has closed in on me.
They pierced[c] my hands and my feet.
18 I can count all my bones.
They stare, they gape at me.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 22:2 cf. Matt. 27:46; Mark 15:34.
  2. Psalm 22:9 cf. Matt. 27:43.
  3. Psalm 22:17 Or, is like a lion.