Oct. 13, 2024

Psa 22:1  For the director of music. To the tune of "The Doe of the Morning." 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 cries of anguish? 

Psa 22:2  My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest. 

Psa 22:3  Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One; you are the one Israel praises. 

Psa 22:4  In you our ancestors put their trust; they trusted and you delivered them. 

Psa 22:5  To you they cried out and were saved; in you they trusted and were not put to shame. 

Psa 22:6  But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by everyone, despised by the people. 

Psa 22:7  All who see me mock me; they hurl insults, shaking their heads. 

Psa 22:8  "He trusts in the LORD," they say, "let the LORD rescue him. Let him deliver him, since he delights in him." 

Psa 22:9  Yet you brought me out of the womb; you made me trust in you, even at my mother's breast. 

Psa 22:10  From birth I was cast on you; from my mother's womb you have been my God. 

Psa 22:11  Do not be far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help.