Having made the decision, He fell dying to the ground from which He had partially risen. Where now were His disciples, to place their hands tenderly beneath the head of their fainting Master, and bathe that brow, marred indeed more than the sons of men? The Saviour trod the wine press alone, and of the people there was none with Him.

Da han havde truffet denne afgørelse, faldt han døende til jorden, hvorfra han næsten havde rejst sig. Hvor var nu hans disciple, så de ømt kunne have lagt deres hænder under deres afmægtige Mesters hoved og badet denne pande, der var mere vansiret end nogen af menneskenes børns? Frelsere trådte vinpersen alene, og ingen af hele folket var hos ham.