"But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised
for our guilt and iniquities; the chastisement, needed to obtain
peace and well-being for us was upon Him, and with the stripes
that wounded Him we are healed and made whole."
(Isaiah 53:5)
PSALM 22
Set to the tune of Aijeleth Hasshahar
"The hind of the morning dawn"
A Psalm of David
My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?
Why are You so far from helping me,
and from the words of my groaning?
O my God, I cry in the daytime; but You answer not;
and by night I am not silent or find no rest.
But You are holy, O You Who dwell in the holy place
where the praises of Israel are offered.
Our fathers trusted in You; they trusted and You delivered them.
They cried to You and were delivered; they trusted in, leaned on,
and confidently relied on You, and were not ashamed
or confounded or disappointed.
But I am a worm, and no man; I am the scorn of men,
and despised by the people.
All who see me laugh at me and mock me; they shoot out
the lip, they shake their head saying,
He trusted and rolled himself on the Lord, that He would
deliver him. Let Him deliver him, seeing that He delights in him!
Yet You are He Who took me out of the womb; You made me hope
and trust when I was on my mother's breasts
I was cast upon You from my very birth; from my mother's womb
You have been my God.
Be not far from me, for trouble is near and there is none to help.
Many foes like bulls have surrounded me; strong bulls
of Basham have hedged me in.
Against me they opened their mouths wide, like a
ravening and roaring lion.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart is like wax; it is softened with anguish
and melted down within me.
My strength is dried up like a fragment of clay pottery;
with thirst my tongue cleaves to my jaws and You
have brought me into the dust of death.
For like a pack of dogs they have encompassed me;
a company of evildoers has encircled me,
they pierced my hands and my feet.
I can count all my bones; the evildoers gaze at me.
They part my clothing among them and cast lots for my raiment.
But be not far from me, O Lord; O my Help, hasten to aid me!
Deliver my life from the sword, my dear life, my only one,
from the power of the dog, the agent of execution,
Save me from the lion's mouth; for You have answered me
from the horns of the wild oxen.
I will declare Your name to my brethren; in the midst
of the congregation will I praise You.
You who fear, revere and worship the Lord, praise Him!
All you offspring of Jacob, glorify Him. Fear, revere
and worship Him, all you offspring of Israel.
For He has not despised or abhorred the affliction of the afflicted;
neither has He hidden his face from him, but when he cried
to Him, He heard.
My praise shall be of You in the great congregation. I will pay
to Him my vows, made in the time of trouble, before them
who fear, revere, and worship Him.
The poor and afflicted shall eat and be satisfied; they shall
praise the Lord-they who diligently seek for, inquire of, and
for Him, and require Him as their greatest need. May your
hearts be quickened now and forever!
All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to the Lord,
and all the families of the nations shall bow down and worship before You.
For the kingship and the kingdom are the Lord's, and He is
the ruler over the nations.
All the mighty ones upon earth shall eat in thanksgiving and worship;
all they that go down to the dust shall bow before Him, even he
who cannot keep himself alive.
Posterity shall serve Him; they shall tell of the Lord to the next generation.
They shall come and shall declare His righteousness to a people yet to be born-
that He has done it, that it is finished!
"This is beyond all others "The Psalm Of The Cross". It may have been actually
repeated by our Lord when hanging on the tree; it would be too bold to say so,
but even a casual reader may see that it might have been. It begins with,
"My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?" and ends with
the thought, "It is finished." For plaintive expressions uprising
from unutterable depths of woe, we may say of this psalm,
"There is none like it."-Charles Haddon Spurgeon
Related Scripture references:
Isaiah 53:7
Ezekiel 39:18
Matthew 27:46
Matthew 27:39-44
Matthew 27:43
Mark 15:29
Luke 23:35
Luke 23:27, 35
John 19:28
John 19:37
John 19: 23, 24
John 20:17;
John 19:30
Romans 8: 29
Hebrews 2:12
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