But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.

All my bones shall say, LORD, who is like unto you, who delivers the poor from him that is too strong for him, yea, the poor and the needy from him that plunders him?

But I am poor and sorrowful: let your salvation, O God, set me up on high.

This also shall please the LORD better than an ox or bullock that has horns and hoofs.

For the LORD hears the poor, and despises not his prisoners.

I gave my back to the smiters, and my cheeks to them that plucked out the beard: I hid not my face from shame and spitting.

He is near that justifies me; who will contend with me? let us stand together: who is my adversary? let him come near to me.

And when Jesus had cried with a loud voice, he said, Father, into your hands I commend my spirit: and having said this, he gave up the spirit.

O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you hear not; and in the night season, and am not silent.

This poor man cried, and the LORD heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles.

The sorrows of death surrounded me, and the pangs of sheol got hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.

Gracious is the LORD, and righteous; yea, our God is merciful.

I called upon the LORD in distress: the LORD answered me, and set me in a broad place.

Who in the days of his flesh, when he had offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and was heard in that he feared;