My life is poured out like water,
    and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart is like wax,
    melting within me.
My strength has dried up like sunbaked clay.
    My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
    You have laid me in the dust and left me for dead.
My enemies surround me like a pack of dogs;
    an evil gang closes in on me.
    They have pierced my hands and feet.
I can count all my bones.
    My enemies stare at me and gloat.
They divide my garments among themselves
    and throw dice for my clothing.
Psalm 22:14-18 (NLT)

Anyone who knows the story of Jesus’ crucifixion can picture the scene clearly in these poetic lyrics:

• The angry mob, incited by the religious leaders, screaming for his death
• His wrists and feet pierced by spikes and nailed to the wood
• His enemies standing below and taunting him
• His body, sapped of strength and unable to hold itself up, contorted  in agony
• His mouth so parched and void of fluids that merciful followers attempt to raise a wet sponge to comfort him
• His lungs, unable to breathe, giving way to asphyxiation
• His body pierced by a spear
• His executioners gambling for his seamless robe

So, what makes today’s chapter so incredible is that it was written 1,000 years before the event it so aptly describes.