You know my reproach, my shame, my disgrace. All my adversaries are before You.
“I have heard many things like these; you are miserable comforters, all of you!
Our soul has had enough of the scorn of those at ease, the contempt of the proud.
When my spirit grows faint within me, You know my path. In the way where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.
I will say to God my Rock: “Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go about mourning, under the oppression of the enemy?”
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why are you murmuring within me? Hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, for the salvation of His presence.
I looked, but there was no one to help. I was amazed, but no one was assisting. So My own arm won victory for Me, and My wrath upheld Me.
But all this has happened so that the writings of the prophets would be fulfilled.” Then all the disciples fled, abandoning Him.
Then He comes and finds them sleeping; and He tells Peter, “Simon, you’re asleep? Couldn’t you keep watch for one hour?
And all fled, abandoning Him.
“Now My soul is troubled. And what shall I say? ‘Father, save Me from this hour’? But it was for this reason I came to this hour.
Look, the hour is coming—indeed has come—when you will be scattered, each to his own, and you will abandon Me. Yet I am not alone, because the Father is with Me.
Others experienced the trial of mocking and scourging—yes, and even chains and prison.