I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart has turned to wax;
it has melted within me.
My mouth is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
you lay me in the dust of death.
Dogs surround me,
a pack of villains encircles me;
they pierce my hands and my feet.
All my bones are on display;
people stare and gloat over me.
They divide my clothes among them
and cast lots for my garment.
Psalm 22 continues with a hard-to-deny description of Jesus’ Crucifixion centuries before Golgotha. The thirst, the mangled bones and joints, even dividing his garments. It must have added to his agony to reflect on this Psalm that begins, “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me.” Tomorrow we’ll see “the rest of the story.” This Psalm is not through. The ending will encapsulate the mysterious, upside-down victory of “trampling down death by death!”