1 To the Chief Musician. Set to "The Deer of the
Dawn." A Psalm of David.
My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me? Why are You so
far from helping Me, And from the words of My groaning?
2 O My God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not hear;
And in the night season, and am not silent.
3 But You are holy, Enthroned in the praises of Israel.
4 Our fathers trusted in You; They trusted, and You
delivered them.
5 They cried to You, and were delivered; They trusted in
You, and were not ashamed.
6 But I am a worm, and no man; A reproach of men, and
despised by the people.
7 All those who see Me ridicule Me; They shoot out the
lip, they shake the head, saying,
8 "He trusted in the LORD, let Him rescue Him; Let
Him deliver Him, since He delights in Him!"
9 But You are He who took Me out of the womb; You made Me
trust while on My mother's breasts.
10 I was cast upon You from birth. From My mother's womb
You have been My God.
11 Be not far from Me, For trouble is near; For there is
none to help.
12 Many bulls have surrounded Me; Strong bulls of Bashan
have encircled Me.
13 They gape at Me with their mouths, Like a raging and
roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, And all My bones are out
of joint; My heart is like wax; It has melted within Me.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And My tongue
clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death.
16 For dogs have surrounded Me; The congregation of the
wicked has enclosed Me. They pierced My hands and My feet;
17 I can count all My bones. They look and stare at Me.
18 They divide My garments among them, And for My
clothing they cast lots.
19 But You, O LORD, do not be far from Me; O My Strength,
hasten to help Me!
20 Deliver Me from the sword, My precious life from the
power of the dog.
21 Save Me from the lion's mouth And from the horns of
the wild oxen! You have answered Me.
22 I will declare Your name to My brethren; In the midst
of the assembly I will praise You.
23 You who fear the LORD, praise Him! All you descendants
of Jacob, glorify Him, And fear Him, all you offspring of Israel!
24 For He has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of
the afflicted; Nor has He hidden His face from Him; But when He cried to Him,
He heard.
25 My praise shall be of You in the great assembly; I
will pay My vows before those who fear Him.
26 The poor shall eat and be satisfied; Those who seek
Him will praise the LORD. Let your heart live forever!
27 All the ends of the world Shall remember and turn to
the LORD, And all the families of the nations Shall worship before You.
28 For the kingdom is the LORD's, And He rules over the
nations.
29 All the prosperous of the earth Shall eat and worship;
All those who go down to the dust Shall bow before Him, Even he who cannot keep
himself alive.
30 A posterity shall serve Him. It will be recounted of
the Lord to the next generation,
31 They will come and declare His righteousness to a
people who will be born, That He has done this.
Psalm 22 (NKJV)
Psalm 22 is the psalm of the Cross at Calvary. It gives an
account of the Suffering Savior’s last hours and records His last words.
Charles Spurgeon suggested that we should read this psalm reverently, putting
off the shoes from our feet, as Moses did at the burning bush, for if there is
holy ground anywhere in Scripture, it is in this psalm.
A Lamb goes
uncomplaining forth to save a world of sinners.
He bears the burden
all alone, dies shorn of all His honors.
He goes to slaughter,
weak and faint, is led to die without complaint;
His spotless life He
offers. He bears the shame, the stripes, the wrath;
His anguish, mockery,
and death for us He gladly suffers.
(Paul Gerhardt,
1607-1676)