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Psalm 22

For the Music Director. To the melody of “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David.

My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?
    Why are You so far from delivering me,
    and from my roaring words of distress?
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not answer;
    and at night, but I have no rest.

But You are holy,
    O You who inhabits the praises of Israel.
Our fathers trusted in You;
    they trusted, and You did deliver them.
They cried to You and were delivered;
    they trusted in You and were not put to shame.

But I am a worm, and not a man;
    a reproach of men and despised by the people.
All who see me laugh me to scorn;
    they sneer with the lip, they shake the head, saying,
“Trust in the Lord,
    let Him deliver him;
let Him rescue him,
    seeing He delights in him.”

But You are He who took me out of the womb;
    You caused me to trust
    while I was on my mother’s breasts.
10 I was cast on You from birth;
    You are my God from my mother’s womb.

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

12 Many bulls encircle me;
    strong bulls of Bashan surround me.
13 They open their mouths against me,
    as a preying and roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water,
    and all my bones are out of joint;
my heart is like wax;
    it is melted inside my body.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd,
    and my tongue cleaves to my jaws;
    and You have set me toward the dust of death.

16 For dogs have encompassed me;
    the assembly of the wicked has enclosed me;
    like a lion they pin my hands and my feet;
17 I can count all my bones;
    they look and stare on me.
18 They part my garments among them
    and cast lots for my clothes.

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