Insults 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 victory, and my wrath upheld me.
I look to the right and watch, but there is none who takes notice of me; no refuge remains to me, no man cares for me.
And they all forsook 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 forsook him and fled.
Others suffered mocking and scourging, and even chains and imprisonment.
The hour is coming, indeed it has come, when you will be scattered, every man to his 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’? No, 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?
Too long our soul has been sated with the scorn of those who are at ease, the contempt of the proud.
As with a deadly wound in my body, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me continually, “Where is your God?”
and my God. My soul is cast down within me, therefore I remember thee from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.