For He has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted;
Nor has He hidden His face from him;
But when he cried to Him for help, He heard.
In the days of His flesh, He offered up both prayers and supplications with loud crying and tears to the One able to save Him from death, and He was heard because of His piety.
O my God, I cry by day, but You do not answer;
And by night, but I have no rest.
But I am a worm and not a man,
A reproach of men and despised by the people.
This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him
And saved him out of all his troubles.
All my bones will say, “Lord, who is like You,
Who delivers the afflicted from him who is too strong for him,
And the afflicted and the needy from him who robs him?”
And do not hide Your face from Your servant,
For I am in distress; answer me quickly.
But I am afflicted and in pain;
May Your salvation, O God, set me securely on high.
The cords of death encompassed me
And the terrors of Sheol came upon me;
I found distress and sorrow.
From my distress I called upon the Lord;
The Lord answered me and set me in a large place.
I gave My back to those who strike Me,
And My cheeks to those who pluck out the beard;
I did not cover My face from humiliation and spitting.
And Jesus, crying out with a loud voice, said, “Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit.” Having said this, He breathed His last.