²⁰ My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,

⁴ I am like one who is a joke to his neighbor, I, who called on God, and he answered. The just, the blameless man is a joke.

⁵ In the thought of him who is at ease there is contempt for misfortune, It is ready for them whose foot slips.

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

² Surely there are mockers with me, My eye dwells on their provocation.

⁴ In return for my love, they are my adversaries; But I am in prayer.

² I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.

⁴ Indeed, he had power over the angel, and prevailed; He wept, and made supplication to him. He found him at Bethel, and there he spoke with us,

⁵ Even Yahweh, the God of hosts; Yahweh is his name of renown!

¹¹ But they were filled with rage, and talked with one another about what they might do to Jesus.

¹² It happened in these days, that he went out to the mountain to pray, and he continued all night in prayer to God.

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