Psalms 22:1

[To the chiefe Musician vpon Aijeleth Shahar. A Psalme of Dauid.] My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken mee? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
- King James Version (1611) - View 1611 Bible Scan

My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Far from my deliverance are the words of my groaning.
- New American Standard Version (1995)

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? `Why art thou so' far from helping me, `and from' the words of my groaning?
- American Standard Version (1901)

<To the chief music-maker on Aijeleth-hash-shahar. A Psalm. Of David.> My God, my God, why are you turned away from me? why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my crying?
- Basic English Bible

{To the chief Musician. Upon Aijeleth-Shahar. A Psalm of David.} My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? [why art thou] far from my salvation, from the words of my groaning?
- Darby Bible

To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
- Webster's Bible

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
- World English Bible

To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?
- Youngs Literal Bible

(22:1) For the Leader; upon Aijeleth ha-Shahar. A Psalm of David. (22:2) My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me, and art far from my help at the words of my cry?
- Jewish Publication Society Bible

Wesley's Notes for Psalms 22:1

22:1 My God - Who art my friend and father, though now thou frownest upon me. The repetition denotes, the depth of his distress, which made him cry so earnestly. Forsaken - Withdrawn the light of thy countenance, the supports and comforts of thy spirit, and filled me with the terrors of thy wrath: this was in part verified in David, but much more fully in Christ. Roaring - My out - cries forced from me, by my miseries.