O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.

Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.

And thy life shall hang in doubt before thee; and thou shalt fear day and night, and shalt have none assurance of thy life:

In the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning! for the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.

When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;

So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

And he taketh with him Peter and James and John, and began to be sore amazed, and to be very heavy;

And he went forward a little, and fell on the ground, and prayed that, if it were possible, the hour might pass from him.

And he cometh, and findeth them sleeping, and saith unto Peter, Simon, sleepest thou? couldest not thou watch one hour?

My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off.

He sitteth alone and keepeth silence, because he hath borne it upon him.

He giveth his cheek to him that smiteth him: he is filled full with reproach.