Brothers understand the things of the father by the Holy Spirit Comforter, when the Lord Jesus Christ praying to the father is talking about the feelings of his spirit, how he's feeling his soul living on Earth, when he speaks of his arms of your body from your feet is talking about the members of his soul, when he speaks of weakness, is fanando of your spiritWhen he speaks of diseases is the prison of the soul in the body of clay. Be wise in the revelation of the Holy Spirit, Amen.
Jesus Christ being rich and powerful in light in the sky made flesh, poor and suffered and died for us so we give life, joy and the right to be Kings and Priests in Zion.
(Manuscript from Qumran)
Jesus Christ praying to the father: Behold, I am being taken along with the sick; I'm used to the scourges. Here I am abandoned my regrets and without any force.
Because my wound erupts in bitter pain and incurable disease, impossible to bear; my heart regrets within me as those that descend to hell (suffering).
My spirit is trapped with the dead, because my life has come to an abyss, my soul sickens within me, day and night without rest.
My wound it erupts like blazing fire imprisoned in my bones, whose flames devour me until the end of days, decreasing my strength until the end of time and trashing my flesh until the end of the seasons.
The pain if darting about me and my soul within me languishes until death. My strength left my body and my heart pours like water, my flesh dissolves as wax and the strength of my hips turn into fear.
My arm is ripped out of your knuckle and I can no longer raise his hand; Fetters predem my feet and my knees slip as water, can no longer walk.
I can't proceed with lightness, because my legs and arms are handcuffed and I stumble. Retracted my tongue that you did to me, wonderfully powerful inside of my mouth; can no longer send voice.
I don't have any word to my disciples to revive the spirit of those who stumble, and say words of support to drained of blood, my circumcised lips are mute.
As the spasms of night surround me and hell (suffering) are in my head; from my Cot and moans escape my Cot, JEREMIAD.
My eyes are like fire in the furnace and my tears like rivers of waters; my eyes darken with the wait; because my salvation is far from me.
More behold the desolation to the ruin, and pain to the wound and work to spasm, my soul meditating on your prodigious works. In thy mercy hast thou forsaken me; season after season, my soul will delight in the abundance of Thy mercy.
I will answer the one who slanders me and will reprimand my oppressor; I will declare it unfair sentencing him and pleading fair your judgment.
Because I know your truth and chose your judgment about me: My aprazem me, because flagella wait for your kindness. You put a petition on the lips of your servant and not threatened my life nor rejected my peace. Never fail me in my expectations, and supported my spirit in the face of the scourge.
Brothers ye ye may be illuminated by the light of Jesus Christ, today and forever, by eras of unending joy and countless eons of peace, Amen.
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