My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?...
Roaring lions tearing their prey open their mouths wide against me. I am poured out like water...
Dogs have surrounded me; a band of evil men has encircled me,
they have pierced my hands and my feet...
people stare and gloat over me.
They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.
...He (God) has not despised or disdained the suffering
of the afflicted one;
of the afflicted one;
he has not hidden his face from him
but has listened to his cry for help....
but has listened to his cry for help....
All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the Lord, and all the families of the nations will bow down before him, for dominion belongs to the Lord and he rules over the nations.
(Psalm 22)
