Chapter-a-Day Psalm 22

The Crucifixion, central panel of the Isenheim...
The Crucifixion, central panel of the Isenheim Altarpiece by Matthias Grünewald. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My life is poured out like water,
    and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart is like wax,
    melting within me.
My strength has dried up like sunbaked clay.
    My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
    You have laid me in the dust and left me for dead.
My enemies surround me like a pack of dogs;
    an evil gang closes in on me.
    They have pierced my hands and feet.
I can count all my bones.
    My enemies stare at me and gloat.
They divide my garments among themselves
    and throw dice for my clothing.
Psalm 22:14-18 (NLT)

Anyone who knows the story of Jesus’ crucifixion can picture the scene clearly in these poetic lyrics:

  • The angry mob, incited by the religious leaders, screaming for his death
  • His wrists and feet pierced by spikes and nailed to the wood
  • His enemies standing below and taunting him
  • His body, sapped of strength and unable to hold itself up, contorted  in agony
  • His mouth so parched and void of fluids that merciful followers attempt to raise a wet sponge to comfort him
  • His lungs, unable to breathe, giving way to asphyxiation
  • His body pierced by a spear
  • His executioners gambling for his seamless robe

So, what makes today’s chapter so incredible is that it was written 1,000 years before the event it so aptly describes.

4 thoughts on “Chapter-a-Day Psalm 22”

  1. 2 Every day I call to you, my God, but you do not answer.
    Every night you hear my voice, but I find no relief.

    I love the Psalms. They contain real emotion, emotion that we can understand. Chapter 21 encouraged me. Trust in the Lord….He will keep you from stumbling. Chapter 22 contains an opposite reality. Lord, I’m calling….where are you? I NEED you to keep me from stumbling. God, please help me! Not a single week passes without me feeling both of these emotions. Trust…..Helplessness. Opposite ends of the spectrum played out in the mind of a flawed human being. No wonder I’m emotionally tired at the end of the week.

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