²⁰ My friends scoff at me: `But' mine eye poureth out tears unto God,

⁴ I am as one that is a laughing-stock to his neighbor, I who called upon God, and he answered: The just, the perfect man is a laughing-stock.

⁵ In the thought of him that is at ease there is contempt for misfortune; It is ready for them whose foot slippeth.

⁴ I also could speak as ye do; If your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, And shake my head at you.

² Surely there are mockers with me, And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation.

⁴ For my love they are my adversaries: But I `give myself unto' prayer.

² I pour out my complaint before him; I show before him my trouble.

⁴ yea, he had power over the angel, and prevailed; he wept, and made supplication unto him: he found him at Beth-el, and there he spake with us,

⁵ even Jehovah, the God of hosts; Jehovah is his memorial `name'.

¹¹ But they were filled with madness; and communed one with another what they might do to Jesus.

¹² And it came to pass in these days, that he went out into the mountain to pray; and he continued all night in prayer to God.

⁷ Who in the days of his flesh, having offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and having been heard for his godly fear,