My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? (Psalm 22:2)
This lament, the first line of Psalm 22, is a familiar one during Holy Week. The line is the refrain for the Responsorial Psalm on Palm Sunday and is uttered by Jesus on the cross in Matthew’s passion account, also heard on Palm Sunday. Unfortunately, that first line is the only thing most of us remember from Psalm
The entire Psalm is a bit of a roller coaster, not unlike Holy Week itself. It begins with the familiar cry of abandonment, followed by a recitation of the psalmist’s unfortunate circumstances. Some of these directly foreshadow the events of Good Friday:
All who see me mock me;
they curl their lips and jeer;
they shake their heads at me:
He relied on the LORD—let him deliver him;
if he loves him, let him rescue him.” (Ps 22: 8-9)
As dry as a potsherd is my throat;
my tongue cleaves to my palate;
you lay me in the dust of death.
Dogs surround me;
a pack of evildoers closes in on me.
They have pierced my hands and my feet
I can count all my bones.
They stare at me and gloat;
they divide my garments among them;
for my clothing they cast lots. (Ps 22:16-19)
Even in the midst of distress, though, the psalmist has glimmers of hope:
Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;
you are the glory of Israel (Ps 22:4)
For you drew me forth from the womb,
made me safe at my mother’s breasts. (Ps 22:10)
After recounting the psalmist’s woes, the psalm hits a hopeful note in verse 23
that continues until the end:
Then I will proclaim your name to my brethren;
in the assembly I will praise you (Ps 22:23)
The contrast between the beginning of the psalm, in the depths of woe, and the end, exuberant praise of God, is stark. It reflects what we experience as we move through Holy Week: the triumphant entry into Jerusalem and the first account of the Passion of our Lord on Palm Sunday, the special intimacy of the Last Supper on Holy Thursday, the shocking cruelty of the crucifixion and death of Jesus on Good Friday, the quiet of Holy Saturday, and the ultimate triumph of Easter.
My own experience of the richness of the entirety of Psalm 22 came when I was in my mid-30s, after many year of hearing only the first line of the psalm. I read the entire psalm as part of a Lenten day of reflection that took place just before my fourth child was born. As an expectant father, I was experiencing many of the emotions as the psalmist: fear of the unknown, uncertainty about the future, cautious hopefulness, irrational exuberance, knowledge that God was near but unclear where. When I read the final verses, however, I felt that the psalmist was speaking directly to me, and my heart soared:
I will live for the LORD;
my descendants will serve you.
The generation to come will be told of the Lord,
that they may proclaim to a people yet unborn
the deliverance you have brought. (Ps 22:31-32)