Psalms 22:15-26
15
My strength is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
you lay me in the dust of death.
16
Dogs have surrounded me;
a band of evil men has encircled me,
they have pierced my hands and my feet.
17
I can count all my bones;
people stare and gloat over me.
18
They divide my garments among them
and cast lots for my clothing.
19
But you, O Lord, be not far off;
O my Strength, come quickly to help me.
20
Deliver my life from the sword,
my precious life from the power of the dogs.
21
Rescue me from the mouth of the lions;
save me from the horns of the wild oxen.
22
I will declare your name to my brothers;
in the congregation I will praise you.
23
You who fear the Lord, praise him!
All you descendants of Jacob, honor him!
Revere him, all you descendants of Israel!
24
For he has not despised or disdained
the suffering of the afflicted one;
he has not hidden his face from him
but has listened to his cry for help.
25
From you comes the theme of my praise in the great assembly;
before those who fear you will I fulfill my vows.
26
The poor will eat and be satisfied;
they who seek the Lord will praise him—
may your hearts live forever!