Reproaches have broken my heart, so that I am in despair. I looked for pity, but there was none, and for comforters, but I found none.
I looked, but there was no one to help; I was appalled, but there was no one to uphold; so my own arm brought me salvation, and my wrath upheld me.
Look to the right and see: there is none who takes notice of me; no refuge remains to me; no one cares for my soul.
And they all left him and fled.
“I have heard many such things; miserable comforters are you all.
But all this has taken place that the Scriptures of the prophets might be fulfilled.” Then all the disciples left him and fled.
Others suffered mocking and flogging, and even chains and imprisonment.
Behold, the hour is coming, indeed it has come, when you will be scattered, each to his own home, and will leave me alone. Yet I am not alone, for the Father is with me.
“Now is my soul troubled. And what shall I say? ‘Father, save me from this hour’? But for this purpose I have come to this hour.
And he came and found them sleeping, and he said to Peter, “Simon, are you asleep? Could you not watch one hour?
Our soul has had more than enough of the scorn of those who are at ease, of the contempt of the proud.
As with a deadly wound in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”
and my God. My soul is cast down within me; therefore I remember you from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.