Psalm 22

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning? O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you don't answer; And in the night, and am not silent.

But you are holy, O you that inhabits the praises of Israel. Our fathers trusted in you: They trusted, and you delivered them. They cried to you, and were delivered: They trusted in you, and were not put to shame.

But I am a worm, and no man; A reproach of men, and despised of the people. All they that see me laugh me to scorn: They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying, "Commit yourself unto Yahweh; Let him deliver him: Let him rescue him, seeing he delights in him."

But you are he that took me out of the womb; You made me trust when I was upon my mother's breasts.
I was cast upon you from the womb; You are my God since my mother bore me.

Be not far from me; for trouble is near; For there is none to help. Many bulls have encompassed me; Strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round. They gape upon me with their mouth, 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 within me.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaves to my jaws; And you have brought me into the dust of death. For dogs have encompassed me: A company of evil-doers have inclosed me; They pierced my hands and my feet. I may count all my bones; They look and stare upon me. They part my garments among them, And upon my clothing do they cast lots.

But be not thou far off, O Yahweh: O you my help, hasten to help me. Deliver my soul from the sword, My precious life from the power of the dog. Save me from the lion's mouth; Yea, from the horns of the wild-oxen you have answered me.

I will declare your name to my brothers: In the midst of the assembly will I praise you. You that fear Yahweh, praise him; All you the seed of Jacob, glorify him; And stand in awe of him, all you the seed of Israel. For he has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; Neither has he hid his face from him; But when he cried unto him, he heard.

Of you comes my praise in the great assembly: I will pay my vows before them that fear him. The meek shall eat and be satisfied; They shall praise Yahweh that seek after him: Let your heart live for ever. All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn unto Yahweh; And all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before you. For the kingdom is Yahweh's; And he is the ruler over the nations. All the fat ones of the earth shall eat and worship: All they that go down to the dust shall bow before him, Even he that cannot keep his soul alive. Posterity shall serve him; It shall be told of the Lord unto the next generation. They shall come and shall declare his righteousness Unto a people that shall be born, that he has done it.

(American Standard Version, with some archaic language updated)
(Hey, I gotta have a religious post on Good Friday...)