My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

Why are you so far from helping me, from the words of my groaning?

O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer;

and by night, but find no rest.

…

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 cleaves to my jaws;

you lay me in the dust of death.

…

You who fear the Lord, praise him!

all you sons of Jacob, glorify him,

and stand in awe of him, all you sons of Israel! For he has not despised or abhorred

the affliction of the afflicted;

and he has not hidden his face from him,

but has heard, when he cried to him.

Psalm 22: 1-2, 14-15, 23-24 (RSVCE)