The Prayer of a Suffering Man For the director of music. To the tune of “The Doe of Dawn.” A psalm of David. 22 1My God, my God, why have you rejected me? You seem far from saving me, far from the words of my groaning. 2My God, I call to you during the day, but you do not answer. I call at night; I am not silent. 3You sit as the Holy One. The praises of Israel are your throne. 4Our ancestors trusted you; they trusted, and you saved them. 5They called to you for help and were rescued. They trusted you and were not disappointed. 6But I am like a worm instead of a man. People make fun of me and hate me. 7Those who look at me laugh. They stick out their tongues and shake their heads. 8They say, “Turn to the Lord for help. Maybe he will save you. If he likes you, maybe he will rescue you.” 9You had my mother give birth to me. You made me trust you while I was just a baby. 10I have leaned on you since the day I was born; you have been my God since my mother gave me birth. 11So don’t be far away from me. Now trouble is near, and there is no one to help. 12People have surrounded me like angry bulls. Like the strong bulls of Bashan, they are on every side. 13Like hungry, roaring lions they open their mouths at me. 14My strength is gone, like water poured out onto the ground, and my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it has melted inside me. 15My strength has dried up like a clay pot, and my tongue sticks to the top of my mouth. You laid me in the dust of death. 16Evil people have surrounded me; like dogs they have trapped me. They have bitten my arms and legs. 17I can count all my bones; people look and stare at me. 18They divided my clothes among them, and they threw lots for my clothing. 19But, Lord, don’t be far away. You are my strength; hurry to help me. 20Save me from the sword; save my life from the dogs. 21Rescue me from the lion’s mouth; save me from the horns of the bulls. 22Then I will tell my fellow Israelites about you; I will praise you in the public meeting. 23Praise the Lord, all you who respect him. All you descendants of Jacob, honor him; fear him, all you Israelites. 24He does not ignore those in trouble. He doesn’t hide from them but listens when they call out to him. 25Lord, I praise you in the great meeting of your people; these worshipers will see me do what I promised. 26Poor people will eat until they are full; those who look to the Lord will praise him. May your hearts live forever! 27People everywhere will remember and will turn to the Lord. All the families of the nations will worship him 28because the Lord is King, and he rules the nations. 29All the powerful people on earth will eat and worship. Everyone will bow down to him, all who will one day die. 30The people in the future will serve him; they will always be told about the Lord. 31They will tell that he does what is right. People who are not yet born will hear what God has done.
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