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• My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Loudly I call, but my prayer cannot reach thee. (Psalms 21, 2)

• Thou dost not answer, my God, when I cry out to thee day and night, thou dost not heed.✻ (Psalms 21, 3)

• But I, poor worm, have no manhood left; I am a by-word to all, the laughing-stock of the rabble. (Psalms 21, 7)

• All those who catch sight of me fall to mocking; mouthing out insults, while they toss their heads in scorn, (Psalms 21, 8)

• What hand but thine drew me out from my mother’s womb? Who else was my refuge when I hung at the breast? (Psalms 21, 10)

• I am spent as spilt water, all my bones out of joint, my heart turned to molten wax within me; (Psalms 21, 15)

• parched is my throat, like clay in the baking, and my tongue sticks fast in my mouth; thou hast laid me in the dust, to die. (Psalms 21, 16)

• Prowling about me like a pack of dogs, their wicked conspiracy hedges me in; they have torn holes in my hands and feet; (Psalms 21, 17)

• rescue me from the very mouth of the lion, the very horns of the wild oxen that have brought me thus low. (Psalms 21, 22)

• the poor shall eat now, and have their fill, those who look for the Lord will cry out in praise of him, Refreshed be your hearts eternally! (Psalms 21, 27)

• He gives me a resting-place where there is green pasture, leads me out to the cool water’s brink, refreshed and content. (Psalms 22, 2)

• dark be the valley about my path, hurt I fear none while he is with me; thy rod, thy crook are my comfort. (Psalms 22, 4)