Being in agony he prayed more earnestly. His sweat became like great drops of blood falling down on the ground.

耶稣极其伤痛，祷告更加恳切，汗珠如大血点滴在地上。

耶稣非常痛苦焦虑，祷告更加恳切，汗如大血点滴在地上。〕

耶稣非常痛苦焦虑，祷告更加恳切，汗如大血点滴在地上。〕

祂心中极其悲痛，祷告更恳切，汗珠如血滴在地上。

耶稣在极大的痛苦中，祷告更加恳切；他的汗珠变得像大血滴，落在地上。

耶穌極其傷痛，禱告更加懇切，汗珠如大血點滴在地上。

耶穌非常痛苦焦慮，禱告更加懇切，汗如大血點滴在地上。〕

耶穌非常痛苦焦慮，禱告更加懇切，汗如大血點滴在地上。〕

祂心中極其悲痛，禱告更懇切，汗珠如血滴在地上。

耶穌在劇烈的精神掙扎中，禱告越迫切；他的汗珠就像大血點滴落在地上。

耶穌在極大的痛苦中，禱告更加懇切；他的汗珠變得像大血滴，落在地上。

耶穌傷痛、祈禱愈切、汗如滴血落地、

耶穌憯怛、祈禱愈切、汗如滴血下地、

耶穌悚惕哀慟、祈禱愈切、汗如血滴落於地、

時耶穌憂鬱至極、祈禱彌切、汗如血珠、滴滴入地、

And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.

Because he was very sad and troubled, he prayed even harder. His sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.

And being in agony he prayed more earnestly; and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground.

He prayed more fervently, and he was in such agony of spirit that his sweat fell to the ground like great drops of blood.

Being in anguish, he prayed more fervently, and his sweat became like drops of blood falling to the ground.

And being in agony, He was praying very fervently; and His sweat became like drops of blood, falling down upon the ground].

And being in agony, He prayed more earnestly. Then His sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground.

And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly; and his sweat became as it were great drops of blood falling down upon the ground.

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

And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.

And in his anguish he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.]

“ Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look, and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which is brought on me, with which Yahweh has afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.

Many bulls have surrounded me. Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.They open their mouths wide against me, lions tearing prey and roaring.I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax. It is melted within me.My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evildoers have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and feet.I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.They divide my garments among them. They cast lots for my clothing.But don’t be far off, Yahweh. You are my help. Hurry to help me!Deliver my soul from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dog.Save me from the lion’s mouth! Yes, you have rescued me from the horns of the wild oxen.

He, in the days of his flesh, having offered up prayers and petitions with strong crying and tears to him who was able to save him from death, and having been heard for his godly fear,

They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and have cast a stone on me.Waters flowed over my head. I said,“ I am cut off.”I called on your name, Yahweh, out of the lowest dungeon.You heard my voice:“ Don’t hide your ear from my sighing, and my cry.”

He who didn’t spare his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how would he not also with him freely give us all things?

I spread out my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don’t hide your face from me, so that I don’t become like those who go down into the pit.

Yet it pleased Yahweh to bruise him. He has caused him to suffer. When you make his soul an offering for sin, he will see his offspring. He will prolong his days and Yahweh’s pleasure will prosper in his hand.

Out of the depths I have cried to you, Yahweh.Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to the voice of my petitions.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don’t answer; in the night season, and am not silent.

Deliver me out of the mire, and don’t let me sink. Let me be delivered from those who hate me, and out of the deep waters.Don’t let the flood waters overwhelm me, neither let the deep swallow me up. Don’t let the pit shut its mouth on me.Answer me, Yahweh, for your loving kindness is good. According to the multitude of your tender mercies, turn to me.Don’t hide your face from your servant, for I am in distress. Answer me speedily!Draw near to my soul and redeem it. Ransom me because of my enemies.

He said,“ I called because of my affliction to Yahweh. He answered me. Out of the belly of Sheol I cried. You heard my voice.For you threw me into the depths, in the heart of the seas. The flood was all around me. All your waves and your billows passed over me.

Jacob was left alone, and wrestled with a man there until the breaking of the day.When he saw that he didn’t prevail against him, the man touched the hollow of his thigh, and the hollow of Jacob’s thigh was strained as he wrestled.The man said,“ Let me go, for the day breaks.” Jacob said,“ I won’t let you go unless you bless me.”He said to him,“ What is your name?” He said,“ Jacob”.He said,“ Your name will no longer be called Jacob, but Israel; for you have fought with God and with men, and have prevailed.”

Yahweh, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can’t escape.My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the departed spirits rise up and praise you? Selah.Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?But to you, Yahweh, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.

“ Now my soul is troubled. What shall I say?‘ Father, save me from this time?’ But I came to this time for this cause.

I waited patiently for Yahweh. He turned to me, and heard my cry.He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay. He set my feet on a rock, and gave me a firm place to stand.He has put a new song in my mouth, even praise to our God. Many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in Yahweh.