Verse 40

And he cometh unto the disciples, and findeth them sleeping, and saith unto Peter, What, could ye not watch with me one hour?

Referenced Verses

  • Matt 25:5 : 5 Now while the bridegroom tarried, they all slumbered and slept.
  • Matt 26:35 : 35 Peter saith unto him, Even if I must die with thee, [yet] will I not deny thee. Likewise also said all the disciples.
  • Matt 26:43 : 43 And he came again and found them sleeping, for their eyes were heavy.
  • Mark 14:37 : 37 And he cometh, and findeth them sleeping, and saith unto Peter, Simon, sleepest thou? couldest thou not watch one hour?
  • Luke 9:32 : 32 Now Peter and they that were with him were heavy with sleep: but when they were fully awake, they saw his glory, and the two men that stood with him.
  • Luke 22:45 : 45 And when he rose up from his prayer, he came unto the disciples, and found them sleeping for sorrow,
  • Judg 9:33 : 33 and it shall be, that in the morning, as soon as the sun is up, thou shalt rise early, and rush upon the city; and, behold, when he and the people that are with him come out against thee, then mayest thou do to them [ as thou shalt find occasion.
  • 1 Sam 26:15-16 : 15 And David said to Abner, Art not thou a [valiant] man? and who is like to thee in Israel? wherefore then hast thou not kept watch over thy lord the king? for there came one of the people in to destroy the king thy lord. 16 This thing is not good that thou hast done. As Jehovah liveth, ye are worthy to die, because ye have not kept watch over your lord, Jehovah's anointed. And now see where the king's spear is, and the cruse of water that was at his head.
  • 1 Kgs 20:11 : 11 And the king of Israel answered and said, Tell him, Let not him that girdeth on [his armor] boast himself as he that putteth it off.
  • Matt 26:38 : 38 Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: abide ye here, and watch with me.
  • Song 5:2 : 2 I was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.