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Psalm 22:1

A Conservative Version

My God, my God, why have thou forsaken me, far from helping me, [and] the words of my groaning?

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And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a great voice, saying, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? which is, being interpreted, My God, my God, why have thou forsaken me?

And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a great voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? That is, My God, my God, why have thou forsaken me?

Who, in the days of his flesh, having offered up both prayers and supplications with strong shouting and tears to him who was able to save him from death, and who was heard because of his reverence,

For dogs have encompassed me. A company of evil-doers have enclosed me. They pierced (LXX/DSS) my hands and my feet.

For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.

And he said to them, These are the words that I spoke to you while still being with you, that it is necessary for all things that are written in the law of Moses, and the prophets, and the psalms about me to be fulfulled.

Why do thou stand afar off, O LORD? Why do thou hide thyself in times of trouble?

The Way of life is to be without love of money, being content with the things that are present, for he has said, I will, no, not leave thee, and also, I will, no, not forsake thee.

For LORD will not forsake his people for his great name's sake, because it has pleased LORD to make you a people to himself.

Be not far from me, for trouble is near, for there is none to help.

saying, God has forsaken him. Pursue and take him, for there is none to deliver.

I bring near my righteousness. It shall not be far off. And my salvation shall not tarry, and I will place salvation in Zion for Israel my glory.

I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned because of the disquietness of my heart.

For LORD loves justice, and forsakes not his sanctified. They are preserved forever, but the seed of the wicked shall be cut off.

Preserve me, O God, for in thee do I take refuge.

And having become in agony he prayed more intensely, and his sweat became like drops of blood falling down to the ground.

We all roar like bears, and moan greatly like doves. We look for justice, but there is none, for salvation, but it is far off from us.

Gather not my soul with sinners, nor my life with men of blood,

Thou shall part it in pieces, and pour oil in it. It is a meal-offering.




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