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Psalm 22:1

The English Standar Version

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning?

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And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, "Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?" which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, "Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?" that is, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

In the days of his flesh, Jesus[1] offered up prayers and supplications, with loud cries and tears, to him who was able to save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverence.

For dogs encompass me; a company of evildoers encircles me; they have pierced my hands and feet[2] --

For my sighing comes instead of[1] my bread, and my groanings are poured out like water.

Then he said to them, "These are my words that I spoke to you while I was still with you, that everything written about me in the Law of Moses and the Prophets and the Psalms must be fulfilled."

Why, O LORD, do you stand afar off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?

Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he 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 a people for himself.

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

and say, "God has forsaken him; pursue and seize him, for there is none to deliver him."

I bring near my righteousness; it is not far off, and my salvation will not delay; I will put salvation in Zion, for Israel my glory."

I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.

For the LORD loves justice; he will not forsake his saints. They are preserved forever, but the children of the wicked shall be cut off.

Preserve me, O God, for in you I take refuge.

And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly; and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground.[7]

We all growl like bears; we moan and moan like doves; we hope for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.

Do not sweep my soul away 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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