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Psalm 22:1

New King James Version

My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me? Why are You so far from helping Me, And from the words of My groaning?

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And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” which is translated, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?”

And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?” that is, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?”

who, in the days of His flesh, when He had offered up prayers and supplications, with vehement cries and tears to Him who was able to save Him from death, and was heard because of His godly fear,

For dogs have surrounded Me; The congregation of the wicked has enclosed Me. They pierced My hands and My feet;

For my sighing comes before I eat, And my groanings pour out like water.

Then He said to them, “These are the words which I spoke to you while I was still with you, that all things must be fulfilled which were written in the Law of Moses and the Prophets and the Psalms concerning Me.”

Why do You stand afar off, O Lord? Why do You hide in times of trouble?

Let your conduct be without covetousness; be content with such things as you have. For He Himself has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.”

For the Lord will not forsake His people, for His great name’s sake, because it has pleased the Lord to make you His people.

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 him.”

I bring My righteousness near, it shall not be far off; My salvation shall not linger. And I will place salvation in Zion, For Israel My glory.

I am feeble and severely broken; I groan because of the turmoil of my heart.

For the Lord loves justice, And does not forsake His saints; They are preserved forever, But the descendants of the wicked shall be cut off.

Preserve me, O God, for in You I put my trust.

And being in agony, He prayed more earnestly. Then His sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground.

We all growl like bears, And moan sadly like doves; We look for justice, but there is none; For salvation, but it is far from us.

Do not gather my soul with sinners, Nor my life with bloodthirsty men,

You shall break it in pieces and pour oil on it; it is a grain offering.




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