Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
Wherefore, O Yahweh, shouldst thou reject my soul? shouldst thou hide thy face from me?
Be not far from me, for, distress, is near, For there is none to help.
Then do not hide thy face from thy servant, Because I am in distress, haste thou - answer me!
In the day of my distress - unto My Lord, will I seek, My hand, by night, hath been outstretched and never once became slack, My soul, hath refused to be consoled;
Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruin - into the balances, they would lift up all at once!
Despised was he, and forsaken of men, Man of pains and familiar with sickness, - Yea, like one from whom the face is hidden, Despised, and we esteemed him not.
He hath sated me with bitter things, hath drenched me with wormwood.
And, taking with him, Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, he began to be grieved and to be in great distress.
And he taketh Peter and James and John with him, and began to be exceedingly amazed, and in great distress;