There comes a time in every person’s life when one is overwhelmed with despair. Things seem hopeless, one might feel almost as forlorn as the psalmist of Psalm 22:
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my roar? O my God! I call out by day, but You do not answer me; and at night but there is no relief for me… But I am a worm and not a man, scorn of humanity and despised by people. All who see me ridicule me… (Psalm 22:2-8).
It gets even worse:
Like water I am spilled out, and all my bones came apart; my heart has become like wax, it melted in my innards … For dogs have surrounded me; a pack of evildoers have encircled me; as a lion at my hands and feet. … They divide my garments among themselves, and for my clothing they cast lots (Psalm 22: 16-19).