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Psalm 22

My Godde, my Godde,
why have you abandoned me?

… why so far from saving me,

so far from my anguished wincing?

My Godde,

I cry by day,
you do not answer –
by night,
I find no respite.

But you are the Eternal
enthroned on our ancestors’ praise.

In you our elders trusted;
they trusted and your delivered them.
To you they cried

and were saved;
they trusted
and were not disappointed.

But I writhe like a flooded worm,
less than human;
scorned, despised.

All who see me mock me –
their lips curve into a sneer
they shake their heads –

“Commit yourself to the Holy One.
Maybe Godde will rescue you.

Yes, let Godde deliver you,

since Godde delights in you.”