²⁰ My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:

⁴ A laughter to his friend I am: `He calleth to God, and He answereth him,' A laughter `is' the perfect righteous one.

⁵ A torch -- despised in the thoughts of the secure Is prepared for those sliding with the feet.

⁴ I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.

² If not -- mockeries `are' with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.

⁴ For my love they oppose me, and I -- prayer!

² I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.

⁴ Yea, he is a prince unto the Messenger, And he overcometh `by' weeping, And he maketh supplication to Him, At Bethel He doth find him, And there He doth speak with us,

⁵ Even Jehovah, God of the Hosts, Jehovah `is' His memorial.

¹¹ and they were filled with madness, and were speaking with one another what they might do to Jesus.

¹² And it came to pass in those days, he went forth to the mountain to pray, and was passing the night in the prayer of God,

⁷ who in the days of his flesh both prayers and supplications unto Him who was able to save him from death -- with strong crying and tears -- having offered up, and having been heard in respect to that which he feared,