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Psalm 22:1

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My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish?

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And at three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”).

About three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”).

During the days of Jesus’ life on earth, he offered up prayers and petitions with fervent cries and tears to the one who could save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverent submission.

Dogs surround me, a pack of villains encircles me; they pierce my hands and my feet.

For sighing has become my daily food; my groans pour out like water.

He said to them, “This is what I told you while I was still with you: Everything must be fulfilled that is written about me in the Law of Moses, the Prophets and the Psalms.”

Why, Lord, do you stand far off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?

Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”

For the sake of his great name the Lord will not reject his people, because the Lord was pleased to make you his own.

Do not be far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help.

They say, “God has forsaken him; pursue him and seize him, for no one will rescue him.”

I am bringing my righteousness near, it is not far away; and my salvation will not be delayed. I will grant salvation to Zion, my splendor to Israel.

I am feeble and utterly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart.

For the Lord loves the just and will not forsake his faithful ones. Wrongdoers will be completely destroyed; the offspring of the wicked will perish.

Keep me safe, my God, for in you I take refuge.

And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.

We all growl like bears; we moan mournfully like doves. We look for justice, but find none; for deliverance, but it is far away.

Do not take away my soul along with sinners, my life with those who are bloodthirsty,

Crumble it and pour oil on it; it is a grain offering.




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