Psalm 22:7-21

All who see me laugh me to scorn; they shoot out the lip; they shake the head, saying,
He trusted on the LORD; let Him deliver him; let Him rescue him, since He delights in him!
For You are He who took me out of the womb, causing me to trust when I was on my mother's breasts.
I was cast on You from the womb; You are my God from my mother's belly.
Be not far from me; for trouble is near, for there is none to help.
Many bulls have circled around me; strong bulls of Bashan have surrounded me.
They opened wide their mouths on me, like a ripping and a roaring lion.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are spread apart; my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws;
and You have brought me into the dust of death. For dogs have circled around me; the band of spoilers have hemmed me in, piercers of my hands and my feet.
I can count all my bones; they look and stare at me.
They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.
But You, O LORD, be not far from me; O my strength, hurry to help me!
Deliver my soul from the sword, my only one from the dog's hand.
Save me from the lion's mouth; from the wild oxen's horns. You have answered me.

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