For poor and needy am I, and my heart wounded in my midst.
And I am poor and needy, Jehovah will think upon me: thou my help and my deliverer; thou will not delay, O my God.
And she will come to the man of God to the mountain, and she will lay hold upon his feet; and Gehazi will come near to push her away; and the man of God will say, Let go to her, for her soul is bitter to her: and Jehovah hid from me and announced not to me.
For the arrows of the Almighty are with me, which their anger drank up my spirit: the terrors of God will be prepared for me.
I am poor and expiring from youth: I bore thy terrors; I shall be perplexed.
He looked upon the prayer of the helpless, and he despised not their prayer.
Because he remembered not to do mercy, and he will pursue the poor and needy man to slay the dejected of heart.
He was despised and forsaken of men; a man of griefs and knowing affliction: and as hiding the faces from him; he was despised and we regarded him not
And Jesus says to him, The foxes have dens, and the fowls of heaven occupy nests; but the Son of man has not where he might recline the head.
And being in a violent struggle, he prayed more intently: and his sweat was as clots of blood coming down upon the earth.
Now has my soul been troubled; and what should I say? O Father, save me from this hour: but for this came I to this hour.