²⁰ Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.

⁵ And I look attentively, and there is none helping, And I am astonished that there is none supporting, And give salvation to me doth mine own arm. And my wrath -- it hath supported me.

² I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters `are' ye all.

⁴ Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.

⁵⁰ And having left him they all fled;

³⁶ and others of mockings and scourgings did receive trial, and yet of bonds and imprisonment;

¹⁶ in my first defence no one stood with me, but all forsook me, (may it not be reckoned to them!)

¹⁷ and the Lord stood by me, and did strengthen me, that through me the preaching might be fully assured, and all the nations might hear, and I was freed out of the mouth of a lion,

³² and now it hath come, that ye may be scattered, each to his own things, and me ye may leave alone, and I am not alone, because the Father is with me;

²⁷ `Now hath my soul been troubled, and what? shall I say -- Father, save me from this hour? -- but because of this I came to this hour;

³⁷ And he cometh, and findeth them sleeping, and saith to Peter, `Simon, thou dost sleep! thou wast not able to watch one hour!

⁵⁶ but all this hath come to pass, that the Writings of the prophets may be fulfilled;' then all the disciples, having left him, fled.

³⁷ And having taken Peter, and the two sons of Zebedee, he began to be sorrowful, and to be very heavy;

³⁸ then saith he to them, `Exceedingly sorrowful is my soul -- unto death; abide ye here, and watch with me.'

⁴ Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!

¹⁰ With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'

⁶ In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

²¹ Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.

²² Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?