Psalm 22: My God, My God
Attentive
readers of these reflections know that thanks to the vagaries of the
Daily Office and one or two idiosyncratic choices, we have visited a
psalm more than once during our Lenten journey. Psalm 22 is among this
cohort. And as we stand before the cross this day, it is right that we
return to this text, especially to its first, anguished verses.
Jesus, we recall, cried out plaintively "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" With the gift of time, we can engage in deep and valuable. theological reflection. We can look back upon that moment and try to discern its meaning. But that, I would suggest, can wait. At this hour, let us be present with Jesus. As he holds us, as he nurtures us, let us do the same for him. Let us be to him what he is to us: a reflection of God's steadfast presence. Let us stand with him, knowing that even though God has not forsaken him, even as God never forsakes us, we can still feel bereft, alone, and abandoned. This day, let us love Jesus.
1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? *
and are so far from my cry
and from the words of my distress?
2 O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not answer; *
by night as well, but I find no rest.
3 Yet you are the Holy One, *
enthroned upon the praises of Israel.
4 Our ancestors put their trust in you; *
they trusted, and you delivered them.
5 They cried out to you and were delivered; *
they trusted in you and were not put to shame.
6 But as for me, I am a worm and not a man, *
scorned by all and despised by the people.
7 All who see me laugh me to scorn; *
they curl their lips and wag their heads, saying,
8 “He trusted in the LORD; let him deliver him; *
let him rescue him, if he delights in him.”
9 Yet you are the one who took me out of the womb, *
and kept me safe upon my mother’s breast.
10 I have been entrusted to you ever since I was born; *
you were my God when I was still in my mother’s womb.
11 Be not far from me, for trouble is near, *
and there is none to help.
12 Many young bulls encircle me; *
strong bulls of Bashan surround me.
13 They open wide their jaws at me, *
like a ravening and a roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water;
all my bones are out of joint; *
my heart within my breast is melting wax.
15 My mouth is dried out like a pot-sherd;
my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; *
and you have laid me in the dust of the grave.
16 Packs of dogs close me in,
and gangs of evildoers circle around me; *
they pierce my hands and my feet;
I can count all my bones.
17 They stare and gloat over me; *
they divide my garments among them;
they cast lots for my clothing.
18 Be not far away, O LORD; *
you are my strength; hasten to help me.
19 Save me from the sword, *
my life from the power of the dog.
20 Save me from the lion’s mouth, *
my wretched body from the horns of wild bulls.
21 I will declare your Name to the community; *
in the midst of the congregation I will praise you.
22 Praise the LORD, you that are God-fearing; *
stand in awe of the LORD, O offspring of Israel;
all you of Jacob’s line, give glory.
23 For the LORD does not despise nor abhor the poor in their poverty;
neither is the LORD’s face hidden from them; *
but when they cry out, the LORD hears them.
24 My praise is of God in the great assembly; *
I will perform my vows in the presence of those who worship the LORD.
25 The poor shall eat and be satisfied,
and those who seek the LORD shall give praise: *
“May your heart live for ever!”
26 All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to God, *
and all the families of the nations bow before the LORD.
27 For sovereignty belongs to the LORD, *
who rules over the nations.
28 To the LORD alone all who sleep in the earth bow down in worship; *
all who go down to the dust fall before the LORD.
29 My soul shall live for God;
my descendants shall serve the LORD; *
they shall be known as the LORD’s for ever.
30 They shall come and make known to a people yet unborn *
the saving deeds that God has done.
Jesus, we recall, cried out plaintively "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" With the gift of time, we can engage in deep and valuable. theological reflection. We can look back upon that moment and try to discern its meaning. But that, I would suggest, can wait. At this hour, let us be present with Jesus. As he holds us, as he nurtures us, let us do the same for him. Let us be to him what he is to us: a reflection of God's steadfast presence. Let us stand with him, knowing that even though God has not forsaken him, even as God never forsakes us, we can still feel bereft, alone, and abandoned. This day, let us love Jesus.
1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? *
and are so far from my cry
and from the words of my distress?
2 O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not answer; *
by night as well, but I find no rest.
3 Yet you are the Holy One, *
enthroned upon the praises of Israel.
4 Our ancestors put their trust in you; *
they trusted, and you delivered them.
5 They cried out to you and were delivered; *
they trusted in you and were not put to shame.
6 But as for me, I am a worm and not a man, *
scorned by all and despised by the people.
7 All who see me laugh me to scorn; *
they curl their lips and wag their heads, saying,
8 “He trusted in the LORD; let him deliver him; *
let him rescue him, if he delights in him.”
9 Yet you are the one who took me out of the womb, *
and kept me safe upon my mother’s breast.
10 I have been entrusted to you ever since I was born; *
you were my God when I was still in my mother’s womb.
11 Be not far from me, for trouble is near, *
and there is none to help.
12 Many young bulls encircle me; *
strong bulls of Bashan surround me.
13 They open wide their jaws at me, *
like a ravening and a roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water;
all my bones are out of joint; *
my heart within my breast is melting wax.
15 My mouth is dried out like a pot-sherd;
my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; *
and you have laid me in the dust of the grave.
16 Packs of dogs close me in,
and gangs of evildoers circle around me; *
they pierce my hands and my feet;
I can count all my bones.
17 They stare and gloat over me; *
they divide my garments among them;
they cast lots for my clothing.
18 Be not far away, O LORD; *
you are my strength; hasten to help me.
19 Save me from the sword, *
my life from the power of the dog.
20 Save me from the lion’s mouth, *
my wretched body from the horns of wild bulls.
21 I will declare your Name to the community; *
in the midst of the congregation I will praise you.
22 Praise the LORD, you that are God-fearing; *
stand in awe of the LORD, O offspring of Israel;
all you of Jacob’s line, give glory.
23 For the LORD does not despise nor abhor the poor in their poverty;
neither is the LORD’s face hidden from them; *
but when they cry out, the LORD hears them.
24 My praise is of God in the great assembly; *
I will perform my vows in the presence of those who worship the LORD.
25 The poor shall eat and be satisfied,
and those who seek the LORD shall give praise: *
“May your heart live for ever!”
26 All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to God, *
and all the families of the nations bow before the LORD.
27 For sovereignty belongs to the LORD, *
who rules over the nations.
28 To the LORD alone all who sleep in the earth bow down in worship; *
all who go down to the dust fall before the LORD.
29 My soul shall live for God;
my descendants shall serve the LORD; *
they shall be known as the LORD’s for ever.
30 They shall come and make known to a people yet unborn *
the saving deeds that God has done.
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