The sun was darkened, and the curtain of the Sanctuary was torn down the middle,
and Jesus cried out in a loud voice, and said, "Father, to Thy hands I entrust my spirit." And after uttering these words He yielded up His spirit.
The Captain, seeing what had happened, gave glory to God, saying, "Beyond question this man was innocent."
And all the crowds that had come together to this sight, after seeing all that had occurred, returned to the city beating their breasts.
But all His acquaintances, and the women who had been His followers after leaving Galilee, continued standing at a distance and looking on.
There was a member of the Council of the name of Joseph, a kind-hearted and upright man,
who came from the Jewish town of Arimathaea and was awaiting the coming of the Kingdom of God. He had not concurred in the design or action of the Council,
and now he went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus.
Then, taking it down, he wrapped it in a linen sheet and laid it in a tomb in the rock, where no one else had yet been put.
It was the Preparation Day, and the Sabbath was near at hand.
The women--those who had come with Jesus from Galilee--followed close behind, and saw the tomb and how His body was placed.