The harmony of the Gospels in the holy history of the humiliation and sufferings…

Psal. 22. is expressly spoken of Jesus Christ, and ver. 6, 7, 8. I am a worm and no man, a reproach of men, and despised of the people, all they that see me laugh me to scorn, they shoot out the lip, and shake the head, saying, he trusted in the Lord that he would deliver him, let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him, Psal. 35.11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 21. false witness did rise up, and laid to my charge things that I knew not, they rewarded me evil for good to the spoiling of my Soul, But as so me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my Soul with Fasting, and my prayer returned into mine own bosom I behaved my self as though he had been my friend, or brother: I bowed down heavily as one that mourneth for his mother. But in mine Adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together; yea, the abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not, they did tear me, and ceased not. With hypocritical mockers in Feasts; they gnashed upon me with their Teeth. LORD, how long wilt thou look on? rescue my Soul from their destruction, my darling from the Lions. Yea, they opened their mouth wide against me, and said, Aha, aha, our Eyes hath seen it.

Psal. 22. is expresly spoken of Jesus Christ, and ver. 6, 7, 8. I am a worm and no man, a reproach of men, and despised of the people, all they that see me la•gh me to scorn, they shoot out the lip, and shake the head, saying, he trusted in the Lord that he would deliver him, let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him, Psal. 35.11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 21. false witness did rise up, and laid to my charge things that I knew not, they rewarded me evil for good to the spoyling of my Soul, But as so me, when they were sick, my cloathing was sackcloth: I humbled my Soul with Fasting, and my prayer returned into mine own bosome I behaved my self as though he had been my fri•nd, or brother: I bowed down heavily as one that mourneth for his mother. But in mine Adversity they rejoyced, and gathered themselves together; yea, the abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not, they did tear me, and ceas•d not. With hypocritical mockers in Feasts; they gnashed upon me with their Teeth. LORD, how long wilt thou look on? rescue my Soul from their destruction, my darling from the Lions. Yea, they opened their mouth wide against me, and said, Aba, aba, our Eyes hath seen it.