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Jesus:hated without a cause, zealous for God’s house

BibleGateway: Psalm 69:1-12

ESV Text: Psalm 69:1-12

KJV Text:

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     1 To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, A Psalm of David. Save me, O God; for the waters are come in unto my soul. 2 I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me. 3 I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God. 4 They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of mine head: they that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away. 5 O God, thou knowest my foolishness; and my sins are not hid from thee. 6 Let not them that wait on thee, O Lord GOD of hosts, be ashamed for my sake: let not those that seek thee be confounded for my sake, O God of Israel. 7 Because for thy sake I have borne reproach; shame hath covered my face. 8 I am become a stranger unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mother’s children. 9 For the zeal of thine house hath eaten me up; and the reproaches of them that reproached thee are fallen upon me. 10 When I wept, and chastened my soul with fasting, that was to my reproach. 11 I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them. 12 They that sit in the gate speak against me; and I was the song of the drunkards.(KJV)

Hymn: TLH 172, st. 1-3:
O Sacred Head Now Wounded

— Organ Audio

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1. O sacred Head, now wounded, 
With grief and shame weighed down, 
Now scornfully surrounded 
With thorns, Thine only crown. 
O sacred Head, what glory, 
What bliss, till now was Thine! 
Yet, though despised and gory, 
I joy to call Thee mine. 

2. Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, 
Thou noble countenance, 
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee 
And flee before Thy glance. 
How art thou pale with anguish, 
With sore abuse and scorn! 
How doth Thy visage languish 
That once was bright as morn! 

3. Now from Thy cheeks has vanished 
Their color, once so fair; 
From Thy red lips is banished 
The splendor that was there. 
Grim Death, with cruel rigor, 
Hath robbed Thee of Thy life; 
Thus Thou has lost Thy vigor, 
Thy strength, in this sad strife.