Be not far from me! For trouble is near— there is no one to help.
You have seen it, Adonai—be not silent! Adonai, be not far from me.
Do not forsake me, Adonai. O my God, be not far from me.
Adonai, please deliver me! Adonai, come quickly to help me!
From Your Temple above Jerusalem, kings bring You tribute.
Hide not Your face from Your servant. For I am in distress—answer me quickly.
Otherwise he will rip me apart like a lion, with no one to rescue me.
O God, come quickly to deliver me, Adonai, to help me.
Wild oxen will go down with them, bull calves with mighty steers. So their land will be soaked with blood and their dust greasy with fat.
“Because you rejoice, because you exult— you who plunder My inheritance— because you frolic like a trampling heifer and neigh like stallions,
You will eat the flesh of mighty men and drink the blood of the princes of the earth—as rams, lambs, goats, bulls—all of them fatlings of Bashan.
When daybreak came, the ruling kohanim and elders of the people conspired against Yeshua to put Him to death.
“For truly both Herod and Pontius Pilate, along with the Gentiles and the peoples of Israel, were gathered together in this city against Your holy Servant Yeshua, whom You anointed.