But suddenly a terrible change came over him. His face became pallid as death and distorted with agony. Great drops of sweat started from his pores. He stood for a moment as if transfixed with pain and terror; then turning his blanched and livid face to his horror-stricken friends, he cried in hollow, despairing tones, He whom you have exalted as a god is stricken with death.

Men pludselig skete der en frygtelig forandring med ham. Hans ansigt blev dødblegt og forvredent af smerte. Store sveddråber brød frem af alle porer. Et øjeblik stod han som lammet af smerte og rædsel; så vendte han sit dødblege, blygrå ansigt mod sine forfærdede venner og skreg med hul, fortvivlet stemme: Den, I har prist som Gud, er ramt af døden!