22:1 To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?
22:2 My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.
22:3 And Thou [art] holy, Sitting -- the Praise of Israel.
22:4 In Thee did our fathers trust -- they trusted, And Thou dost deliver them.
22:5 Unto Thee they cried, and were delivered, In Thee they trusted, and were not ashamed.
22:6 And I [am] a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
22:7 All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip -- shake the head,
22:9 For thou [art] He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
22:10 On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou [art] my God.
22:11 Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.
22:12 Many bulls have surrounded me, Mighty ones of Bashan have compassed me,
22:13 They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.
22:14 As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
22:15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
22:16 And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.
22:17 I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,
22:18 They apportion my garments to themselves, And for my clothing they cause a lot to fall.
22:24 For He hath not despised, nor abominated, The affliction of the afflicted, Nor hath He hidden His face from him, And in his crying unto Him He heareth.
22:25 Of Thee my praise [is] in the great assembly. My vows I complete before His fearers.
