Psalm 22 (The Message)
God, God...my God!
Why did you dump me miles from nowhere?
Doubled up with pain, I call to God all the day long.
I keep at it all night, tossing and turning.
Are you indifferent, above it all, leaning back on the cushions of Israel's praise?
We know you were there for our parents: they cried for your help and you gave it; they trusted and lived a good life.
And here I am, a nothing—
something to step on, to squash.
Everyone pokes fun at me; they make faces at me, they shake their heads: "Let's see how God handles this one; since God likes him so much, let him help him!"
And to think you were midwife at my birth, setting me at my mother's breasts! When I left the womb you cradled me; since the moment of birth you've been my God.
Then you moved far away
and trouble moved in next door.
I need a neighbor.
During Holy Week all of our scripture readings come from The Message. I just love this version of Psalm 22....