A Prophecy of the Cross

Psalms 22:14-18

I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.

My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete.

I may tell all my bones: yet they beholde, and looke vpon me.

They part my garments among them, and cast lottes vpon my vesture.