My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death:
tarry ye here.
Watch with me.
Abba, Father, all things are possible unto thee; take away
this cup from me: nevertheless not my will,
but thine, be done.
Sleepest thou?
couldest not thou watch one hour?
Behold, the hour is at hand, and the Son of man is betrayed
into the hands of sinners.
Whom seek ye?
Jesus of Nazareth.
Master.
Betrayest thou the Son of man with a kiss?
I have told you that I am he: if therefore ye seek me, let
these go their way: that the saying might be fulfilled,
which he spake, Of them which I have given
thee have I lost none.
Argh!
Aaagh!
The cup which my Father hath given me,
shall I not drink it?