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Lent 2025: March 20

 Psalm 22 was quoted by Jesus on the cross. Today I quote parts of it; tomorrow, reflection.  

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
    Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
2 My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don’t answer;
    in the night season, and am not silent.
3 But you are holy,
    you who inhabit the praises of Israel.
4 Our fathers trusted in you.
    They trusted, and you delivered them.
5 They cried to you, and were delivered.
    They trusted in you, and were not disappointed.
6 But I am a worm, and no man;
    a reproach of men, and despised by the people.
7 All those who see me mock me.
    They insult me with their lips. They shake their heads, saying,
8     “He trusts in Yahweh.
    Let him deliver him.
    Let him rescue him, since he delights in him.”
9 ...
14 I am poured out like water.
    All my bones are out of joint.
My heart is like wax.
    It is melted within me.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd.
    My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
You have brought me into the dust of death.
16 For dogs have surrounded me.
    A company of evildoers have enclosed me.
    They have pierced my hands and feet.[a]
17 I can count all of my bones.
They look and stare at me.
18 They divide my garments among them.
    They cast lots for my clothing.

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...
27 All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to Yahweh.
    All the relatives of the nations shall worship before you.
28 For the kingdom is Yahweh’s.
    He is the ruler over the nations.
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