The agony of this prayer forced drops of blood from His pores. Again He sought the disciples for sympathy, and again He found them sleeping. His presence aroused them. They looked upon His face with fear, for it was stained with blood. They could not understand the anguish of mind which His face expressed. The third time He sought the place of prayer. A horror of great darkness overcame Him. He had lost the presence of His Father. Without this, He feared that in His human nature He could not endure the test.

Under den dødsangst, som hans bøn gav udtryk for, brød blodsdråber gennem hans porer. Igen søgte han medfølelse hos disciplene, og igen fandt han dem sovende. Hans tilstedeværelse vækkede dem. De så på hans ansigt og blev forfærdede, thi det var plettet af blod. De kunne ikke forstå den sjælekval, hans ansigt bar præg af.