Bible Verses About Persecution: Of Jesus

and enmity I put between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; he doth bruise thee--the head, and thou dost bruise him--the heel.'

Why have nations tumultuously assembled? And do peoples meditate vanity?

Station themselves do kings of the earth, And princes have been united together, Against Jehovah, and against His Messiah:

`Let us draw off Their cords, And cast from us Their thick bands.'

He who is sitting in the heavens doth laugh, The Lord doth mock at them.

Then doth He speak unto them in His anger, And in His wrath He doth trouble them:

To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' --A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?

My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.

And I am a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.

All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip--shake the head,

`Roll unto Jehovah, He doth deliver him, He doth deliver him, for he delighted in him.'

Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.

Many bulls have surrounded me, Mighty ones of Bashan have compassed me,

They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.

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.

And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.

Deliver from the sword my soul, From the paw of a dog mine only one.

Save me from the mouth of a lion: --And--from the horns of the high places Thou hast answered me!

To the Overseer. --`On the Lilies,' by David. Save me, O God, for come have waters unto the soul.

I have sunk in deep mire, And there is no standing, I have come into the depths of the waters, And a flood hath overflown me.

I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.