Again the Son of God was seized with superhuman agony, and fainting and exhausted, He staggered back to the place of His former struggle. His suffering was even greater than before. As the agony of soul came upon Him, "His sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground." The cypress and palm trees were the silent witnesses of His anguish. From their leafy branches dropped heavy dew upon His stricken form, as if nature wept over its Author wrestling alone with the powers of darkness.

Atter blev Guds Søn overvældet af en overmenneskelig smerte, og svag og udmattet vaklede han tilbage til det sted, hvor han havde udkæmpet sin tidligere kamp. Hans kval var endnu større end forrige gang. Da dødsangsten overvældede ham, "blev hans sved som bloddråber, der faldt ned på jorden". Cypresserne og palmetræerne var de tavse vidner til hans lidelser. Fra deres løvrige grene dryppede duggen i tunge dråber ned på hans hjemsøgte skikkelse, som om naturen græd over sin skaber, der kæmpede alene mod mørkets magter.