Yet you are he who took me from the womb;
you made me trust you at my mother’s breasts.
On you was I cast from my birth,
and from my mother’s womb you have been my God.
Be not far from me,
for trouble is near,
and there is none to help.
Many bulls encompass me;
strong bulls of Bashan surround me;
they open wide their mouths at me,
like a ravening and 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 my breast;
my strength is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to my jaws;
you lay me in the dust of death.
For dogs encompass me;
a company of evildoers encircles me;
they have pierced my hands and feet—
I can count all my bones—
they stare and gloat over me;
they divide my garments among them,
and for my clothing they cast lots.
Comment: Remember that David is very involved in all of this, but here there is a deeper meaning as well.
Just close your eyes and imagine yourself hanging on a cross. The nails through hands and feet, hurt like ‘hell’. You are hanging like a rag-doll in many ways because you have nothing to stand on apart from nails through your flesh. The taunting crowd are like a herd of wild animals chanting taunts at you. Your heart is failing you, you are getting fluid on your lungs; none of your joints are acting normally because of the way you are strung-up. Stripped naked the soldiers have cast lots to get your clothes. The picture rings true of a crucifixion, but crucifixion wasn’t practiced at the time the psalm was written.
I can imagine Jesus remembering this Psalm as he was in agony. But somehow David used these prophetic words to describe a terrible period in his own experience, a thousand years earlier.
Prayer: Thank You for dying for my sins, Lord Jesus.