And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? (Which being translated is, “My God, My God, why did You forsake Me?”) Psa. 22:1
To the Chief Musician, on the deer of the dawn. A Psalm of David. My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me, and are far from My deliverance, from the words of My groaning?
Do not hide Your face from me; Do not turn away Your servant in anger; You have been my help, do not leave me and do not forsake me, O God of my salvation.
Afflicted ones and the needy ones seek water, and there is not any; their tongue is parched for thirst. I, Jehovah will answer them, the God of Israel; I will not leave them.
Is it nothing to you, all who pass by? Behold, and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow which is done to me, with which Jehovah has afflicted me in the day of His burning anger.
and while I was speaking in prayer, even the man Gabriel, whom I had seen in the vision at the beginning, touched me when I being weary in my weariness, about the time of the evening sacrifice.
And about the ninth hour, Jesus cried out with a great voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani; that is, “My God, My God, why did You forsake Me?” Psa. 22:1
who in the days of His flesh was offering both petitions and entreaties to the One being able to save Him from death, with strong crying and tears, and being heard from His godly fear;