The ropes of death were wrapped around me; the torrents of destruction terrified me.

I called to the LORD in my distress, and I cried to my God for help. From His temple He heard my voice, and my cry to Him reached His ears.

You have put me in the lowest part of the Pit, in the darkest places, in the depths.

Your wrath weighs heavily on me; You have overwhelmed me with all Your waves. Selah

I called to the LORD in my distress, and He answered me. I cried out for help in the belly of Sheol; You heard my voice.

You threw me into the depths, into the heart of the seas, and the current overcame me. All Your breakers and Your billows swept over me.

He took Peter, James, and John with Him, and He began to be deeply distressed and horrified.

Then He went a little farther, fell to the ground, and began to pray that if it were possible, the hour might pass from Him.

Being in anguish, He prayed more fervently, and His sweat became like drops of blood falling to the ground.]]

During His earthly life, He offered prayers and appeals, with loud cries and tears, to the One who was able to save Him from death, and He was heard because of His reverence.

When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.

For day and night Your hand was heavy on me; my strength was drained as in the summer's heat. Selah

I am bent over and brought low; all day long I go around in mourning.

He was despised and rejected by men, a man of suffering who knew what sickness was. He was like one people turned away from; He was despised, and we didn't value Him.

Yet He Himself bore our sicknesses, and He carried our pains; but we in turn regarded Him stricken, struck down by God, and afflicted.