A Prophecy of the Cross

Psalms 22:14-18

As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.

I count all my bones--they look expectingly, They look upon me,

They apportion my garments to themselves, And for my clothing they cause a lot to fall.