031) Psalm 22
8.6.8.6.
1 My God, my God, why leav’st thou me when I with anguish faint?
O why so far from me removed, and from my loud complaint?
2 All day, but all the day unheard, to thee do I complain; With cries implore relief all night, but cry all night in vain.
3 Yet thou art still the righteous judge of innocence oppressed; And therefore Israel’s praises are of right to thee addressed.
4,5 On thee our ancestors relied, and thy deliv’rance found; With pious confidence they prayed, and with success were crowned.
6 But I am treated like a worm, like none of human birth; Not only by the great reviled, but made the rabble’s mirth.
7 With laughter all the gazing crowd my agonies survey;
They shoot the lip, they shake the head, and thus deriding say:
8 "In God he trusted, boasting oft that he was Heav’n’s delight;
"Let God come down to save him now, and own his favorite."