My God, my God, why have you
deserted me?
Why are you so far away?
Won’t you listen to my groans
and come to my rescue?
I cry out day and night,
but you don’t answer,
and I can never rest.
Yet you are the holy God,
ruling from your throne
and praised by Israel.
Our ancestors trusted you,
and you rescued them.
When they cried out for help,
you saved them,
and you did not let them down
when they depended on you.
But I am merely a worm,
far less than human,
and I am hated and rejected
by people everywhere.
Everyone who sees me
makes fun and sneers.
They shake their heads,
and say, “Trust the Lord!
If you are his favorite,
let him protect you
and keep you safe.”
You, Lord, brought me
safely through birth,
and you protected me
when I was a baby
at my mother’s breast.
From the day I was born,
I have been in your care,
and from the time of my birth,
you have been my God.
Don’t stay far off
when I am in trouble
with no one to help me.
Enemies are all around
like a herd of wild bulls.
Powerful bulls from Bashan
are everywhere.
My enemies are like lions
roaring and attacking
with jaws open wide.
I have no more strength
than a few drops of water.
All my bones are out of joint;
my heart is like melted wax.
My strength has dried up
like a broken clay pot.
and my tongue sticks
to the roof of my mouth.
You, God, have left me
to die in the dirt.
Brutal enemies attack me
like a pack of dogs,
tearing at my hands
and my feet.
I can count all my bones,
and my enemies just stare
and sneer at me.
They took my clothes
and gambled for them.
Don’t stay far away, Lord!
My strength comes from you,
so hurry and help.
Rescue me from enemy swords
and save me from those dogs.
Don’t let lions eat me.
You rescued me from the horns
of wild bulls,
and when your people meet,
I will praise you, Lord.
All who worship the Lord,
now praise him!
You belong to Jacob’s family
and to the people of Israel,
so fear and honor the Lord!
The Lord doesn’t hate
or despise the helpless
in all of their troubles.
When I cried out, he listened
and did not turn away.
When your people meet,
you will fill my heart
with your praises, Lord,
and everyone will see me
keep my promises to you.
The poor will eat and be full,
and all who worship you
will be thankful
and live in hope.
Everyone on this earth
will remember you, Lord.
People all over the world
will turn and worship you,
because you are in control,
the ruler of all nations.
All who are rich
and have more than enough
will bow down to you, Lord.
Even those who are dying
and almost in the grave
will come and bow down.
In the future, everyone
will worship and learn
about you, our Lord.
People not yet born
will be told,
“The Lord has saved us!”
Psalm 22
Contemporary English Version The Holy Bible (New York , NY: American Bible Society 1995)