Psalm 22

Tree of Life Version

¹ For the music director, on “The Doe of the Dawn,” a psalm of David.
² My God, my God,
    why have You forsaken me?
Distant from my salvation
    are the words of my groaning.^[a]
3 O my God, I cried out by day, but You did not answer,
by night, but there was no rest for me.
⁴ Yet You are holy,
enthroned on the praises of Israel.
⁵ In You our fathers put their trust.
They trusted, and You delivered them.
⁶ They cried to you and were delivered.
In You they trusted, and were not disappointed.
⁷ Am I a worm, and not a man?
Am I a scorn of men, despised by people?
⁸ All who see me mock me.
They curl their lips, shaking their heads:
⁹ “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.
¹⁹ They divide my clothes among them,
and cast lots for my garment.^[d]
20 But You, Adonai, be not far off!
O my strength! Come quickly to my aid!
²¹ Deliver my soul from the sword—
my only one from the power of the dog.
²² Save me from the lion’s mouth.
From the horns of the wild oxen rescue me.