Content Note: This post includes details of a D&E abortion procedure, which is the surgical abortion most commonly performed on a preborn baby between 13 and 24 weeks. It can be disturbing to read.
My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?
Why so far from my call for help,
from my infant cries of anguish?
My God, my mother calls by day, but you do not answer;
by night, but she has no relief,
Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;
you are the glory of this world and this country.
In you our founding fathers trusted;
they trusted and you blessed them.
To you the slave cried out and escaped;
in you all trusted and were not disappointed.
But I am a parasite, not a child,
scorned by my father, despised by the people.
All who see me on a monitor mock me;
they curl their lips and call me cells
they shake their heads at the burden I am.
Why will none rely on the Lord?
if you love me, God, rescue me.
But I will not be drawn forth from the womb alive,
there is no safety beneath my mother’s breasts
To heaven I will be thrust straight from the womb;
since my mother will not bear me I will go straight to my God.
Do not stay far from me,
for trouble is near,
and there is no one to help.
Many machines surround me
sharp tools encircle me
A suction catheter opens its mouth against me,
a lion that rends and roars.
The amniotic water drains away;
all my bones are disjointed.
My body has become like wax,
it is torn and stretched apart.
As dry as a potsherd is my throat;
the clamp cleaves to my head;
I lie in the dust of death.
Trash will surround me;
a group of doctors closes in on me.
They have pierced my hands and my feet
they count all my bones.
They stare at me and gloat;
they divide my tissue among them;
for my organs they cast lots.
But you, Lord, do not stay far off;
my strength, come quickly to help me.
The woman praying outside asks why you have not delivered my soul from the sword,
my life from the grip of the sopher clamp.
She weeps that you have not saved me from the lion’s den,
my poor life from the bull of choice.
But my soul exults as I proclaim your name with my brethren;
in the assembly of heaven I praise you:
“You who fear the Lord, give praise!
All descendants of Jacob, give honor;
do not doubt, all descendants of Israel!
Although he permits evil, God has not spurned or disdained
the misery of this poor wretch,
Did not turn away from me,
but heard me when I cried out.
There was Another in the womb who comforted me,
he never left my side and now he has brought me home.
We poor babies now nurse at Mary’s breast;
you who seek the Lord and His justice, offer praise.
May your hearts enjoy your gift of life forever!”
All the ends of the earth
will one day remember and turn to the Lord;
All the families of nations
will repent for this sin and bow low before him.
For kingship does not belong to the abortionists or to a president, but to the Lord,
the true ruler over the nations.
We who sleep in the dumpsters and trash piles
will bow low before God;
We children who have gone down into the dust
kneel in homage.
And we live in the Lord.
our prayers serve those who fought for our lives.
The generation to come will be told of the Lord,
that they may proclaim to a people yet unborn
the deliverance you bring to all.
For scientific facts about abortion: https://www.abortionprocedures.com/
For help during an unexpected pregnancy: http://www.gabrielproject.org/index.html
For healing and hope after abortion: https://www.rachelsvineyard.org/
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