Psalm 22

Psalm 22a]">[a] For the director of music. To the tune of “The Doe of the Morning.” A psalm of David. 1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?     Why are you so far from saving me,     so far from my cries of anguish? 2 My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,     by night, but I find no rest.b]">[b] 3 Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;     you are the one Israel praises.c]">[c] 4 In you our ancestors put their trust;     they trusted and you delivered them. 5 To you they cried out and were saved;     in you they trusted and were not put to shame. 6 But I am a worm and not a man,     scorned by everyone, despised by the people. 7 All who see me mock me;     they hurl insults, shaking their heads. 8 “He trusts in the Lord,” they say,     “let the Lord rescue him. Let him deliver him,     since he delights in him.” 9 Yet you brought me out of the womb;     you made me trust in you, even at my mother’s breast. 10 From birth I was cast on you;     from my mother’s womb you have been my God. 11 Do not be far from me,     for trouble is near     and there is no one to help. 12 Many bulls surround me;     strong bulls of Bashan encircle me. 13 Roaring lions that tear their prey     open their mouths wide against me.