Matthew 26 36 Then cometh Jesus with them unto a place  called Gethsemane, and saith unto the disciples: “Sit ye here, while I  go and pray yonder.” 37 And he took with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and began to be sorrowful and very heavy. 38 Then saith he unto them: “My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death. Tarry ye here, and watch with me.” 39  And he went a little farther, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying:  “O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me.  Nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt.” 40 And he cometh unto the disciples, and findeth them asleep, and saith unto Peter: “What, could ye not watch with me one hour?” 41 “Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.” 42  He went away again the second time, and prayed, saying: “O my Father,  if this cup may not pass away from me, except I drink it, thy will be  done.” 43 And he came and found them asleep again, for their eyes were heavy. 44 And he left them, and went away again, and prayed the third time, saying the same words. 45  Then cometh he to his disciples, and saith unto them: “Sleep on now,  and take your rest. Behold, the hour is at hand, and the son of man is  betrayed into the hands of sinners.” 46 “Rise, let us be going. Behold, he is at hand that doth betray me.” We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without color, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom Remember us – if at all – not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.