A Prophecy of the Cross

Psalms 22:14-18

I am poured out like water; all my bones are out of joint; my heart has become like wax it melts inside me;

my mouth is as dry as a fragment of a pot, my tongue sticks to my palate; you lay me down in the dust of death.

Dogs are all around me, a pack of villains closes in on me like a lion [at] my hands and feet.

I can count every one of my bones, while they gaze at me and gloat.

They divide my garments among themselves; for my clothing they throw dice.