My heart pounds in my chest. The terror of death assaults me.
“Get out of here, you murderer, you scoundrel!” he shouted at David.
Death wrapped its ropes around me; the terrors of the grave overtook me. I saw only trouble and sorrow.
Their taunts break my bones. They scoff, “Where is this God of yours?”
I am sick at heart. How long, O Lord, until you restore me?
Their insults have broken my heart, and I am in despair. If only one person would show some pity; if only one would turn and comfort me.
For my life is full of troubles, and death draws near.
“Now my soul is deeply troubled. Should I pray, ‘Father, save me from this hour’? But this is the very reason I came!
While Jesus was here on earth, he offered prayers and pleadings, with a loud cry and tears, to the one who could rescue him from death. And God heard his prayers because of his deep reverence for God.