ελωι ελωι λαμα σαβαχθανι
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
και τη ενατη ωρα εβοησεν ο ιησους φωνη μεγαλη ελωι ελωι λαμα σαβαχθανι ο εστιν μεθερμηνευομενον ο θεος μου [ο θεος μου] εις τι εγκατελιπες με (Mark 15:34)
Psalm 22 Deus, Deus meu
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My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? *
and are so far from my cry
and from the words of my distress?
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2
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O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not answer; *
by night as well, but I find no rest.
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3
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Yet you are the Holy One, *
enthroned upon the praises of Israel.
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4
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Our forefathers put their trust in you; *
they trusted, and you delivered them.
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5
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They cried out to you and were delivered; *
they trusted in you and were not put to shame.
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6
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But as for me, I am a worm and no man, *
scorned by all and despised by the people.
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7
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All who see me laugh me to scorn; *
they curl their lips and wag their heads, saying,
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8
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"He trusted in the LORD; let him deliver him; *
let him rescue him, if he delights in him."
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9
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Yet you are he who took me out of the womb, *
and kept me safe upon my mother's breast.
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10
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I have been entrusted to you ever since I was born; *
you were my God when I was still in my
mother's womb.
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11
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Be not far from me, for trouble is near, *
and there is none to help.
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12
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Many young bulls encircle me; *
strong bulls of Bashan surround me.
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13
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They open wide their jaws at me, *
like a ravening and a roaring lion.
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14
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I am poured out like water;
all my bones are out of joint; *
my heart within my breast is melting wax.
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15
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My mouth is dried out like a pot-sherd;
my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; *
and you have laid me in the dust of the grave.
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16
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Packs of dogs close me in,
and gangs of evildoers circle around me; *
they pierce my hands and my feet;
I can count all my bones.
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17
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They stare and gloat over me; *
they divide my garments among them;
they cast lots for my clothing.
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18
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Be not far away, O LORD; *
you are my strength; hasten to help me.
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Save me from the sword, *
my life from the power of the dog.
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20
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Save me from the lion's mouth, *
my wretched body from the horns of wild bulls.
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21
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I will declare your Name to my brethren; *
in the midst of the congregation I will praise you.
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22
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Praise the LORD, you that fear him; *
stand in awe of him, O offspring of Israel;
all you of Jacob's line, give glory.
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23
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For he does not despise nor abhor the poor in their poverty;
neither does he hide his face from them; *
but when they cry to him he hears them.
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24
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My praise is of him in the great assembly; *
I will perform my vows in the presence of those who
worship him.
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25
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The poor shall eat and be satisfied,
and those who seek the LORD shall praise him: *
"May your heart live for ever!"
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26
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All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to
the LORD, *
and all the families of the nations bow before him.
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27
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For kingship belongs to the LORD; *
he rules over the nations.
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28
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To him alone all who sleep in the earth bow down
in worship; *
all who go down to the dust fall before him.
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29
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My soul shall live for him;
my descendants shall serve him; *
they shall be known as the LORD'S for ever.
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They shall come and make known to a people yet unborn *
the saving deeds that he has done.
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The first fifteen verses of Psalm 22 are tomorrow’s response to the reading from Job, who is sitting in a pile of ashes suffering miserably. But we will not think of Job, we will think immediately of Mark’s words on the lips of Jesus as He dies on the cross. Mark uses Aramaic, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachtnani," then translates it into Greek, "ο θεος μου ο θεος μου εις τι εγκατελιπες με" and we have it in English, “My God, my God, why has thou forsaken me?”
A noticeable amount of what Mark (chapter 15) tells us happens at Golgotha is found in Psalm 22. And the other gospel writers also call on the psalms as they tell us what happened there that afternoon and what people said. Not Job at all, but those things will be in my mind as we read the psalm responsively, or as the choir sings it in Anglican Chant, presumably a minor key.
But in the psalm we shall commiserate liturgically with Job in his unwarranted suffering just as almost all of us have unwarranted suffering in life. Job’s story is universal, generic, ubiquitous, nobody gets all of it but nearly everybody gets a piece of it. So the story is about us, isn’t it. In the story, when the Lord finally shows up to converse with Job, He is somewhat above it all, really has a full plate, sarcastic, seems haughty even, someone said arrogant; nevertheless, God. We just have to deal with it, it’s the way it is. The answers are far from satisfactory, but it’s the way it is. And at The End of the story, there is redemption.
For all Job’s misery, it’s a story of hope, promise. Like the gospel.
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