My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,
In the days of his flesh, Jesus offered up prayers and supplications, with loud cries and tears, to him who was able to save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverence.
I pour out my complaint before him; I tell my trouble before him.
But they were filled with fury and discussed with one another what they might do to Jesus. In these days he went out to the mountain to pray, and all night he continued in prayer to God.
In return for my love they accuse me, but I give myself to prayer.
Surely there are mockers about me, and my eye dwells on their provocation.
I also could speak as you do, if you were in my place; I could join words together against you and shake my head at you.
I am a laughingstock to my friends; I, who called to God and he answered me, a just and blameless man, am a laughingstock. In the thought of one who is at ease there is contempt for misfortune; it is ready for those whose feet slip.
He strove with the angel and prevailed; he wept and sought his favor. He met God at Bethel, and there God spoke with us— the Lord, the God of hosts, the Lord is his memorial name:
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