Reproach has broken My heart, and I am sick; and I waited for one to show pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
I have heard many such things. You are all troublesome comforters.
Our soul is exceedingly filled for itself with the contempt of those who are at ease, the contempt of proud ones.
I look to the right hand and see, and no one recognizes me; every escape is hidden from me; no one inquires for my soul.
With shattering in my bones ones distressing me reproach me, when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
O my God, my soul is cast down within me; on account of this I remember You from Jordan-land and from the Hermons, from Mount Mizar.
And I looked, and not one was helping. And I wondered that not one was upholding. Then My own arm saved for Me, and My fury upheld Me.
But all this is happening that the Scriptures of the prophets may be fulfilled. Then all the disciples ran away, forsaking Him.
And He comes and finds them sleeping. And He says to Peter, Simon, do you sleep? Were you not strong enough to keep awake one hour?
And leaving Him, all fled.
Now My soul is agitated, and what may I say? Father, save Me out of this hour? But on account of this I came to this hour.
Behold, an hour is coming, and now has come, that you will be scattered, each one to his own things, and you will leave Me alone. Yet I am not alone, because the Father is with Me.
And others received trial of mockings and of scourgings; yea, more, of bonds and of prison: