I will be his father, and he will be my son. When he does wrong, I will punish him as a father punishes his son.

He will build a temple for me. He will be my son, and I will be his father. His dynasty will rule Israel forever.' "

He went a little farther on, threw himself face downward on the ground, and prayed, "My Father, if it is possible, take this cup of suffering from me! Yet not what I want, but what you want."

Once more Jesus went away and prayed, "My Father, if this cup of suffering cannot be taken away unless I drink it, your will be done."

Jesus cried out in a loud voice, "Father! In your hands I place my spirit!" He said this and died.

They took the stone away. Jesus looked up and said, "I thank you, Father, that you listen to me.

"Do not hold on to me," Jesus told her, "because I have not yet gone back up to the Father. But go to my brothers and tell them that I am returning to him who is my Father and their Father, my God and their God."

For God never said to any of his angels, "You are my Son; today I have become your Father." Nor did God say about any angel, "I will be his Father, and he will be my Son."

Then I will go to your altar, O God; you are the source of my happiness. I will play my harp and sing praise to you, O God, my God.

At three o'clock Jesus cried out with a loud shout, "Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?" which means, "My God, my God, why did you abandon me?"

The LORD lives! Praise my defender! Proclaim the greatness of the God who saves me.

He alone protects and saves me; he is my defender, and I shall never be defeated.

He alone protects and saves me; he is my defender, and I shall never be defeated.

My salvation and honor depend on God; he is my strong protector; he is my shelter.

Come, let us praise the LORD! Let us sing for joy to God, who protects us!

The LORD lives! Praise my defender! Proclaim the greatness of the strong God who saves me!

But their insults cannot hurt me because the Sovereign LORD gives me help. I brace myself to endure them. I know that I will not be disgraced,

The Sovereign LORD himself defends me--- who, then, can prove me guilty? All my accusers will disappear; they will vanish like moth-eaten cloth.