My heart awaited reproach and misery; and I hoped for one that would grieve together with me, but there was none; I looked for one who would comfort me, and found no one. For food they gave me gall; in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
Ps. 68:21, 22Do we give consolation to the Crucified? Do we give Him solace?
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