Psalms 22:15. They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.
There was no look of pity, no token of sympathy; they were all eager for his death. The mighty men of the day and the religions men of the day were not content until they had slain the one and only Saviour of men.
Psalms 22:15. My strength is dried up like a potsherd;
The wounds in his head, and hands, and feet and all the tortures of the crucifixion had brought a raging fever upon him, so that he was dried up like the burnt clay of which men make potsherds.
Psalms 22:15. And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
He felt as if every particle of his body was beginning to separate itself from the rest, and he was turning into dust again while yet alive. It is a fearful picture of pain, and they who understand what the effect of crucifixion is tell us that this is a very graphic, minute, and accurate descriptions of the agonies of one dying as our Saviour died.
Psalms 22:15. They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.
There was no look of pity, no token of sympathy; they were all eager for his death. The mighty men of the day and the religions men of the day were not content until they had slain the one and only Saviour of men.
Psalms 22:15. My strength is dried up like a potsherd;
The wounds in his head, and hands, and feet and all the tortures of the crucifixion had brought a raging fever upon him, so that he was dried up like the burnt clay of which men make potsherds.
Psalms 22:15. And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
He felt as if every particle of his body was beginning to separate itself from the rest, and he was turning into dust again while yet alive. It is a fearful picture of pain, and they who understand what the effect of crucifixion is tell us that this is a very graphic, minute, and accurate descriptions of the agonies of one dying as our Saviour died.