Psalms 22:1–11 · BSB
22:1
For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from saving me, so far from my words of groaning?
22:2
I cry out by day, O my God, but You do not answer, and by night, but I have no rest.
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22:3
Yet You are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.
22:4
In You our fathers trusted; they trusted and You delivered them.
22:5
They cried out to You and were set free; they trusted in You and were not disappointed.
22:6
But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by men and despised by the people.
22:7
All who see me mock me; they sneer and shake their heads:
22:8
“He trusts in the LORD, let the LORD deliver him; let the LORD rescue him, since He delights in him.”
22:9
Yet You brought me forth from the womb; You made me secure at my mother’s breast.
22:10
From birth I was cast upon You; from my mother’s womb You have been my God.
22:11
Be not far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help.
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