Psalm 22

My god, my god, why have you abandoned me?
Why so far from my groaning cries for help?
Every day I pray to you, my Elohim,
But every day my prayers receive no answer. ---
Through the sleepless night I cry out to you.

And yet you are enthroned as the Holy One,
The object of Israel's adoration.
Our ancestors put their confidence in you;
They trusted you and you brought them salvation:
They cried out to you for help and were rescued.
They had faith in you and were not let down.

I am not a man, but a worm,
Scorned by others, despised by all.
Derided by all who see me.
They stick their tongues out and shake their heads,
"Why not pray to Jehovah," they scoff.
"Maybe Jehovah will save you,
Since it's he who loves you so much!"

You are the one who brought me out of the womb
And comforted me as a suckling babe.
I have trusted you since the day I was born,
And from birth you have always been my god.
So why must you be so distant from me
When trouble is near and there's no one to help?

My foes surround me like angry bulls,
Like the mighty bulls of Bashan.
They threaten me with jaws agape
Like ravaging, roaring lions.
My strength is poured out like water.
All my bones have snapped out of joint.
My heart is like wax melted inside.
My throat is as dry as a clay pot,
My tongue, stuck to the roof of my mouth.
You've left me for dead in the dust,
While an evil gang surround me,
Cornering me like a pack of dogs.
They have bound my hands and my feet.
All of my bones are visible;
They can only look at me and stare.
They divide my clothes among them,
And they draw lots for my garments.

O Jehovah, be not aloof,
But come quickly to my rescue
For you are my deliverance!
Spare my life, save me from the sword.
Protect me from the vicious dogs. 
Snatch me from the jaws of the lion.
Guard me from the horns of the bulls.

Then, I will tell of you to my brethren
And praise your name in the public meetings.
"Give your praise Jehovah, all who fear him!
Honor him, all you descendants of Jacob!
Revere him, all you sons of Israel!"

For he has not scorned or despised
The sufferings of the afflicted.
He has not turned his face away,
But has listened to their cries for help.

I will extol you in the grand assembly
And be seen to fulfill the vows I made you
Before the company of those who fear you.
The poor and afflicted will eat their fill.
Those who turn to Jehovah will praise him.
Their hearts will be eternally grateful!
The whole world will acknowledge Jehovah;
People from every country will worship him;
Since dominion of the earth belongs to him,
Jehovah will rule over its nations.
All who are mortal, whose lives must end as dust,
Even the powerful and prosperous,
Will worship and devote their lives to him.
Posterity will continue to serve him,
Teaching of him to future generations,
Recounting the righteousness of his doings.
Even men and women who are yet unborn
Will hear what Jehovah has accomplished!