Psalm 22 (NIV)

“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

          Why are you so far from saving me,

          so far from my cries of anguish?

My God, I cry out by day,

          but you do not answer

          by night, I find no rest.

Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One

          you are the one Israel praises

In your our answers put the trust

          they trusted and you delivered them.

To you they cried out and were saved

          in you they trusted and were not put to shame.

But I am a worm and not a man   

          scorned by everyone, despised by the people

All who see me mock me

          they hurl insults, shaking their heads

“He trusts in the Lord,” they say

          “Let the Lord rescue him.

          Let him deliver him

          since he delights in him.”

Yet you brought me out of the womb

          you made me trust in you

          even at my mother’s breast.

From birth I was cast on you

          from my mother’s womb

          you have been my God.

Do not be far from me

          for trouble is near

          and there is no one to help.

Many bulls surround me

          strong bulls of Bashan encircle me

          open their mouths wide against me

I am poured out like water

          and all of my joints are out of joint

          My heart has turned to wax

          it has melted within me.

My mouth is dried up like a potsherd

          and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth

          you lay me in the dust of death.

Dogs surround me

          a pack of villains encircles me

          they pierced my hands and feet

All my bones are on display

          people stare and gloat over me

They divide my clothes among themselves       

          and cast lots for my garment.

But you, Lord, do not be far from me

          you are my strength

          come quickly to help me.

Deliver my from the sword

          my precious life from the power of the dogs

Rescue me from the mouth of lions

          save me from the horns of the wild oxen

I will declare your name to my people

          in the assembly I will praise you.

You who fear the Lord, praise him!

          all you descendants of Jacob, honor him!

For he has not despised or scorned

          the suffering of the afflicted one

          he has not hidden his face from him

          but has listened to his cry for help.

From you comes the theme of my praise in the

          great assembly

          before those who fear you I will fulfill my vows.

The poor will eat and be satisfied

          those who seek the Lord will praise him

          may your hearts live forever!

All the ends of the earth

          will remember and turn to the Lord

          and all the families of the nations

          will bow down before him

for dominion belongs to the Lord

          and he rules over the nations.

All the rich of the earth will feast and worship

          all who go down to the dust will kneel before him

          those who cannot keep themselves alive.

Posterity will serve him

          future generations will be told about the Lord

They will proclaim his righteousness

          declaring to a people yet unborn

          HE HAS DONE IT!