The Cry of Abandonment

Psalms 22:1-11

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou sofar from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou answerest not; And in the night season, and am not silent.

But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.

Our fathers trusted in thee: They trusted, and thou didst deliver them.

They cried unto thee, and were delivered: They trusted in thee, and were not put to shame.

But I am a worm, and no man; A reproach of men, and despised of the people.

All they that see me laugh me to scorn: They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,

Commit thyself unto Jehovah; let him deliver him: Let him rescue him, seeing he delighteth in him.

But thou art he that took me out of the womb; Thou didst make me trust when I was upon my mother’s breasts.

I was cast upon thee from the womb; Thou art my God since my mother bare me.

Be not far from me; for trouble is near; For there is none to help.