From my youth I was afflicted and near death. I have borne Your terrors; I am in despair.
For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against
And in His anguish, He prayed more earnestly, and His sweat became like drops of blood falling to the ground.
Yet it was the LORD’s will to crush Him and to cause Him to suffer; and when His soul is made a guilt offering, He will
Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of m
For I am afflicted all day long and punished every morning.
Awake, O sword, against My Shepherd, against the man who is My Companion, declares the LORD of Hosts. Strike the Shepher
“My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.
He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief. Like one from whom men hide their faces, H
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.
My days have passed; my plans are broken off—even the desires of my heart.