The Old Testament
| Book | Chapter | Verse | |
|---|---|---|---|
| Psalms | 21 | (11) For they intended evil against thee: they imagined a mischievous device, which they are not able to perform. | |
| Psalms | 21 | (12) Therefore shalt thou make them turn their back, when thou shalt make ready thine arrows upon thy strings against the face of them. | |
| Psalms | 21 | (13) Be thou exalted, LORD. in thine own strength: so will we sing and praise thy power. | |
| Psalms | 22 | (0) Title: To the cheif Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David. | |
| Psalms | 22 | (1) MY GOD, my God, why hast thou forsakMen me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring? | |
| Psalms | 22 | (2) O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent. | |
| Psalms | 22 | (3) But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel. | |
| Psalms | 22 | (4) Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didst deliver them. | |
| Psalms | 22 | (5) They cried unto thee, and were delivered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded. | |
| Psalms | 22 | (6) But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people. | |
| Psalms | 22 | (7) All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying, | |
| Psalms | 22 | (8) He trusted on the LORD that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him. | |
| Psalms | 22 | (9) But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts. | |
| Psalms | 22 | (10) I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly. | |
| Psalms | 22 | (11) Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help. | |
| Psalms | 22 | (12) Many bulls have compassed me: strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round. | |
| Psalms | 22 | (13) They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion. | |
| Psalms | 22 | (14) I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels. | |
| Psalms | 22 | (15) My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death. | |
| Psalms | 22 | (16) For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet. | |