Psalms 22:1

Psalms 22:1. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

Every word is emphatic; you may put the stress where you please, upon every single word. "My God, my God." With two hands he takes hold on God, crying, "My God, my God," "Eloi, Eloi, my Strong One, why hast Thou forsaken me? "Or read it, "Why hast thou forsaken me?" "Why hast thou forsaken me?" "Why hast thou forsaken me?" You get a different shade of meaning each time, but each meaning is true.

Psalms 22:1. Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

The Saviour’s prayers had ceased to be articulate. They had become in his own judgment like the pained crying of a wounded beast. He calls them "my roaring." Oh, what prayers were those of our Lord on the cross! Sometimes we too feel as if we could not pray; we can only sigh, and sob, and groan. Well, if it even came to roaring, we should have a fuller sympathy with Christ, for he could say, "Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?"