Text of Psalm 22
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?…  All who see me mock me, they hurl insults, shaking their heads….  You lay me in the dust of death….  Dogs have surrounded me, a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet….  They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing….  I will declare your name to my brothers; in the congregation I will praise you….  The poor will eat and be satisfied….  All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the LORD….  Posterity will serve him; future generations will be told about the Lord.  They will proclaim his righteousness to a people yet unborn – for he has done it.