²⁰ Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: And I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none.

⁵ And I looked, and there was none to help; and I wondered that there was none to uphold: therefore mine own arm brought salvation unto me; and my wrath, it upheld me.

² I have heard many such things: Miserable comforters are ye all.

⁴ Look on `my' right hand, and see; For there is no man that knoweth me: Refuge hath failed me; No man careth for my soul.

⁵⁰ And they all left him, and fled.

³⁶ and others had trial of mockings and scourgings, yea, moreover of bonds and imprisonment:

¹⁶ At my first defence no one took my part, but all forsook me: may it not be laid to their account.

¹⁷ But the Lord stood by me, and strengthened me; that through me the message might me fully proclaimed, and that all the Gentiles might hear: and I was delivered out of the mouth of the lion.

³² Behold, the hour cometh, yea, is come, that ye shall be scattered, every man to his own, and shall leave me alone: and `yet' I am not alone, because the Father is with me.

²⁷ Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour. But for this cause came I unto this hour.

³⁷ And he cometh, and findeth them sleeping, and saith unto Peter, Simon, sleepest thou? couldest thou not watch one hour?

⁵⁶ But all this is come to pass, that the scriptures of the prophets might be fulfilled. Then all the disciples left him, and fled.

³⁷ And he took with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and began to be sorrowful and sore troubled.

³⁸ Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: abide ye here, and watch with me.

⁴ Our soul is exceedingly filled With the scoffing of those that are at ease, And with the contempt of the proud. Psalm 124 A Song of Ascents; of David.

¹⁰ As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

⁶ O my God, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

²¹ Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; For the hand of God hath touched me.

²² Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?