To the Chief Musician. Set to “The Deer of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David.
1 My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me? Why are You so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
2 O My God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not hear; and in the night season, and am not silent.
3 But You are holy, enthroned in the praises of Israel.
4 Our fathers trusted in You; they trusted, and You delivered them.
5 They cried to You, and were delivered; they trusted in You, and were not ashamed.
6 But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised by the people.
7 All those who see me ridicule me; they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,
8 “He trusted in the LORD, let Him rescue him; Let Him deliver him, since He delights in him!”
9 But You are He who took me out of the womb; You made me trust while on my mother’s breasts.
10 I was cast upon You from birth. From my mother’s womb You have been my God.
11 Be not far from me, for trouble is near; for there is none to help.
12 Many bulls have surrounded me; strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.
13 They gape at me with their mouths, like a raging and roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it has melted within me.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws; You have brought me to the dust of death.
16 For dogs have surrounded me; the congregation of the wicked has enclosed me. They pierced my hands and my feet;
17 I can count all my bones. They look and stare at me.
18 They divide my garments among them, and for my clothing they cast lots.
19 But You, O LORD, do not be far from me; o my strength, hasten to help me!
20 Deliver me from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dog.
21 Save me from the lion’s mouth and from the horns of the wild oxen! You have answered me.
22 I will declare Your name to my brethren; In the midst of the assembly I will praise You.
23 You who fear the LORD, praise Him! All you descendants of Jacob, glorify Him, and fear Him, all you offspring of Israel!
24 For He has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; nor has He hidden His face from him; but when he cried to Him, He heard.
25 My praise shall be of You in the great assembly; I will pay my vows before those who fear Him.
26 The poor shall eat and be satisfied; those who seek Him will praise the LORD. Let your heart live forever!
27 All the ends of the world shall remember and turn to the LORD, and all the families of the nations shall worship before You.
28 For the kingdom is the LORD’s, and He rules over the nations.
29 All the prosperous of the earth shall eat and worship; all those who go down to the dust shall bow before Him, Even he who cannot keep himself alive.
30 A posterity shall serve Him. It will be recounted of the Lord to the next generation,
31 They will come and declare His righteousness to a people who will be born, that He has done this.
This psalm is simply amazing, hundreds of years before the Roman Empire, David describes the crucifixion of Jesus in great detail, but that is only half of it. There is so much more going on in this psalm. David was most likely unaware of the fact that he was prophesying the greatest event in the history of His Story, all David knew was that he was broken. He had been crying out to God for deliverance for an extended period of time. The “Man after God’s own heart” whose faith was so strong that he didn’t even hesitate to face off against a giant 9 ½ feet tall was being stretched farther than he believed possible. He had taken as much as he could stand, and the next day was asked to take just a bit more. He had been pruned back to a barren stump. Leaving him wondering why he had been abandoned. See, he was long past wondering if he had been abandoned. He was beaten, broken, and thrown out like garbage. His adversaries were so convinced of their victory that they had already begun dividing the plunder. It was over, done, time had run out. The rescue that he had been praying for had just flat out not come. And yet he was still crying out to God. Then in the second half of verse 21, it happens. Four simple words that change everything, “You have answered me.” And just like that the story is rewritten, defeat, pain, loss are forgotten, and rich and poor alike are feasting and celebrating. It becomes a victory that people are still praising God about for years to come. Little children that weren’t even alive when it happened beg to hear their grandfathers and great grandfathers recount the tale around the campfire and at annual feasts to commemorate the anniversary. Banks, businesses, and schools close down to observe the holiday, the only ones working are the musicians, dancers, and catering crews. All to remember that on this day “He has done THIS!!!” Reminding us that when your help is from the One who invented time and is therefore not limited by it in the least, there is NO SUCH THING AS TOO LATE!