Psalm 22 v. 1-16 (Martyrs CM)

1 My God, my God, why hast thou meforsaken? why so farArt thou from helping me, and frommy words that roaring are?2 All day, my God, to thee I cry,yet am not heard by thee;And in the season of the nightI cannot silent be.3 But thou art holy, thou that dostinhabit Isr’el’s praise.4 Our fathers hop’d in thee, they hop’dand thou didst them release.5 When unto thee they sent their cry,to them deliv’rance came:Because they put their trust in thee,they were not put to shame.6 But as for me, a worm I am,and as no man am priz’d:Reproach of men I am, and bythe people am despis’d.7 All that me see laugh me to scorn;shoot out the lip do they;They nod and shake their heads at me,and, mocking, thus do say,8 This man did trust in God, that hewould free him by his might:Let him deliver him, sith hehad in him such delight.9 But thou art he out of the wombthat didst me safely take;When I was on my mother’s breaststhou me to hope didst make.10 And I was cast upon thy care,ev’n from the womb till now;And from my mother’s belly, Lord,my God and guide art thou.11 Be not far off, for grief is near,and none to help is found.12 Bulls many compass me, strong bullsof Bashan me surround.13 Their mouths they open’d wide on me,upon me gape did they,Like to a lion raveningand roaring for his prey.14 Like water I’m pour’d out, my bonesall out of joint do part:Amidst my bowels, as the wax,so melted is my heart.15 My strength is like a potsherd dry’d;my tongue it cleaveth fastUnto my jaws; and to the dustof death thou brought me hast.16 For dogs have compass’d me about:the wicked, that did meetIn their assembly, me inclos’d;they pierc’d my hands and feet.