In the same way the chief priests, the teachers of the law and the elders mocked him. “He saved others,” they said, “but he can’t save himself! He’s the King of Israel! Let him come down now from the cross, and we will believe in him. He trusts in God. Let God rescue him now if he wants him, for he said, `I am the Son of God.'”
Matthew 27: 40-43
Above his head they placed the written charge;
His own friends fled while insults filled the air;
Soldiers claimed his clothes by casting dice,
and the crowd began to shout “come down from there.”
“He trusts in God, let God deliver him,”
¨the elders, priests and teachers laughed and mocked;
“You said you were God’s Son, so where is God?”
They jeered until the earth began to rock
and the sky turned black and His Father looked away.
Then a solemn silent desolation fell.
And the pain that Jesus felt was not the nails,
but a long and lonely tortured taste of hell.
He cried in fear, “eloi, lama sabacthini.”
“ Why, My God, have you forsaken me?”
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