Psalm 22
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
You are far from my plea and the cry of my distress.
O my God, I call by day and you give no reply;
I call by night and I find no peace.
Yet you, O God, are holy,
enthroned on the praises of Israel.
In you our fathers put their trust;
They trusted and you set them free.
When they cried to you, they escaped.
In you they trusted and never in vain.
But I am a worm and no man,
the butt of men, laughing-stock of the people.
All who see me deride me.
They curl their lips, they toss their heads.
“He trusted in the Lord, let him save him;
Let him release him if this is his friend.”
Yes, it was you who took me from the womb,
entrusted me to my mother’s breast.
To you I was committed from my birth,
From my mother’s womb you have been my God.
Do not leave me alone in my distress;
Come close, there is none else to help.
Like water I am poured out,
Disjointed are all my bones.
My heart has become like wax,
It is melted within my breast.
Parched as burnt clay is my throat,
My tongue cleaves to my jaws.
Many dogs have surrounded me,
A band of the wicked beset me.
They tear holes in my hands and my feet
And lay me in the dust of death.
(You may want to look up Psalm 22 and finish praying it for yourself as this is only the first verses)
Silent Reflection on the Words of Jesus from the Cross is a way to pray on Good Friday:
“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
“Today you will be with me in paradise.”
“Woman, behold your son…behold, your mother.”
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
“I thirst.”
“It is finished.”
“Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.”
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