During His earthly life, He offered prayers and appeals with loud cries and tears to the One who was able to save Him from death, and He was heard because of His reverence.

My throat

Instead, they gave me gall for my food,
and for my thirst
they gave me vinegar to drink.

My strength is dried up like baked clay;
my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
You put me into the dust of death.

After this, when Jesus knew that everything was now accomplished that the Scripture might be fulfilled, He said, “I’m thirsty!”

Mine

My eyes grow weary
looking for what You have promised;
I ask, “When will You comfort me?”

Your sons and daughters will be given to another people, while your eyes grow weary looking for them every day. But you will be powerless to do anything.

But the sight of the wicked will fail.
Their way of escape will be cut off,
and their only hope is their last breath.

My face has grown red with weeping,
and darkness covers my eyes,

I chirp like a swallow or a crane;
I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.

כ KafMy eyes are worn out from weeping;
I am churning within.
My heart is poured out in grief

because of the destruction of my dear people,
because children and infants faint
in the streets of the city.

I wait

May integrity and what is right
watch over me,
for I wait for You.

Now, Lord, what do I wait for?
My hope is in You.

General references

My eyes grow weary looking for Your salvation
and for Your righteous promise.