²⁰ My heart is broken by bitter words, I am full of grief; I made a search for some to have pity on me, but there was no one; I had no comforter.

⁵ And I saw that there was no helper, and I was wondering that no one gave them support: so my arm did the work of salvation, and my wrath was my support.

² Such things have frequently come to my ears: you are comforters who only give trouble.

⁴ Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.

⁵⁰ And they all went away from him in fear.

³⁶ And others were tested by being laughed at or by blows, and even with chains and prisons:

¹⁶ At my first meeting with my judges, no one took my part, but all went away from me. May it not be put to their account.

¹⁷ But the Lord was by my side and gave me strength; so that through me the news might be given out in full measure, and all the Gentiles might give ear: and I was taken out of the mouth of the lion.

³² See, a time is coming, yes, it is now here, when you will go away in all directions, every man to his house, and I will be by myself: but I am not by myself, because the Father is with me.

²⁷ Now is my soul troubled; and what am I to say? Father, keep me from this hour. No: for this purpose have I come to this hour.

³⁷ And he came, and saw them sleeping, and said to Peter, Simon, are you sleeping? were you not able to keep watch one hour?

⁵⁶ But all this has taken place so that the writings of the prophets might come true. Then all his disciples went from him in flight.

³⁷ And he took with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and became sad and very troubled.

³⁸ Then says he to them, My soul is very sad, even to death: keep watch with me here.

⁴ For long enough have men of pride made sport of our soul.

¹⁰ The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?

⁶ My soul is crushed down in me, so I will keep you in mind; from the land of Jordan and of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

²¹ Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.

²² Why are you cruel to me, like God, for ever saying evil against me?