Psalms 22:15

After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the scripture might be fulfilled, saith, I thirst.

I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.

My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.

They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures;

Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled: thou takest away their breath, they die, and return to their dust.

When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long. For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

The nobles held their peace, and their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.

Jesus, when he had cried again with a loud voice, yielded up the ghost.

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

And many of them that sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.

And Abraham answered and said, Behold now, I have taken upon me to speak unto the Lord, which am but dust and ashes:

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

All flesh shall perish together, and man shall turn again unto dust.

The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst: the young children ask bread, and no man breaketh it unto them.

What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?