BRAGADAYJAH 1345

BRAGADAYJAH 1345
Psalm 22: A Psalm of David
The Suffering Saviour Part I
My God, my God, why has thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring? O my God I cry in the daytime, but thou heareth me not, and in the night season, and am not silent.  But thou art holy O thou that inhabiteth the praises of Israel. Our fathers trusted in thee, they trusted and thou did deliver them. They cried unto thee and were delivered; they trusted in thee and were not confounded; but I am a worm and no man; a reproach to men, and despised of the people. All they that see me laugh me to scorn; they shoot out the lip; they shake their head saying, he trusted on the Lord, that he would deliver him, let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him. But thou art he that took me out of the womb, thou didst make me hope when I was on my mother’s breast, I was cast upon thee, from the womb, thou art my God from my mother’s belly. Be not far from me, for trouble is near, for there is no one to help. Many bulls have compassed me, strong bulls of Bashan have beset me around. They gasped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion. I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax, it is melted in the midst of my bowels. My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaves to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death. For dogs have compassed me, the assembly of the wicked has enclosed me; they pierced my hand and my feet. I may tell all my bones they look and stare upon me. They part my garments among them, and cast lots for my vesture. But be not thou far from me O Lord, O my strength haste thee to my help. [To be continued]

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