Matthew(i)
37 And he toke with hym Peter and the two sonnes of Zebede, and began to waxe sorowful, and to be in an agonye.
38 Then said Iesus vnto them: my soule is heauy euen to the death. Tary ye here & watche with me.
39 And he went a lytell aparte, and fell flat on hys face and prayed sayinge: O my father, yf it be possible, let thys cup passe from me: neuerthelesse not as I wyll, but as thou wilte.