And those who passed by derided him, wagging their heads

从那里经过的人讥诮他，摇着头，说：

从那里经过的人讥笑他，摇着头，

从那里经过的人讥笑他，摇着头，

过路的人都嘲笑祂，摇着头说：

过路的人嘲笑他，摇着头说：

那些路过的人辱骂耶稣，摇着头，

從那裏經過的人譏誚他，搖着頭，說：

從那裏經過的人譏笑他，搖着頭，

從那裏經過的人譏笑他，搖着頭，

過路的人都嘲笑祂，搖著頭說：

過路的人嘲笑他，搖著頭說：

經過的人毁謗他，搖着頭；

那些路過的人辱罵耶穌，搖著頭，

過者誚之、搖首曰、

過者誚之、搖首曰、

過者譏之、搖首曰、

過者搖首而誚之曰：

Those who passed by hurled insults at him, shaking their heads

Those who passed by shouted at Jesus and made fun of him. They shook their heads

The people passing by shouted abuse, shaking their heads in mockery.

Those who passed by were yelling insults at him, shaking their heads

And those passing by were speaking abusively to Him, shaking their heads,

And those who passed by blasphemed Him, wagging their heads

And they that passed by railed on him, wagging their heads,

Those who passed by were yelling insults at Him, shaking their heads

And they that passed by reviled him, wagging their heads,

Those who passed by defamed him, shaking their heads

Those who passed by blasphemed him, wagging their heads,

I am an object of scorn to my accusers; when they see me, they wag their heads.

“ Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which was brought upon me, which the Lord inflicted on the day of his fierce anger.

And the people stood by, watching, but the rulers scoffed at him, saying,“ He saved others; let him save himself, if he is the Christ of God, his Chosen One!”The soldiers also mocked him, coming up and offering him sour wineand saying,“ If you are the King of the Jews, save yourself!”There was also an inscription over him,“ This is the King of the Jews.”One of the criminals who were hanged railed at him, saying,“ Are you not the Christ? Save yourself and us!”

I also could speak as you do, if you were in my place; I could join words together against you and shake my head at you.

Reproaches have broken my heart, so that I am in despair. I looked for pity, but there was none, and for comforters, but I found none.

All who pass along the way clap their hands at you; they hiss and wag their heads at the daughter of Jerusalem:“ Is this the city that was called the perfection of beauty, the joy of all the earth?”All your enemies rail against you; they hiss, they gnash their teeth, they cry:“ We have swallowed her! Ah, this is the day we longed for; now we have it; we see it!”The Lord has done what he purposed; he has carried out his word, which he commanded long ago; he has thrown down without pity; he has made the enemy rejoice over you and exalted the might of your foes.

But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by mankind and despised by the people.All who see me mock me; they make mouths at me; they wag their heads;

But at my stumbling they rejoiced and gathered; they gathered together against me; wretches whom I did not know tore at me without ceasing;like profane mockers at a feast, they gnash at me with their teeth.How long, O Lord, will you look on? Rescue me from their destruction, my precious life from the lions!I will thank you in the great congregation; in the mighty throng I will praise you.Let not those rejoice over me who are wrongfully my foes, and let not those wink the eye who hate me without cause.For they do not speak peace, but against those who are quiet in the land they devise words of deceit.They open wide their mouths against me; they say,“ Aha, Aha! Our eyes have seen it!”

For wicked and deceitful mouths are opened against me, speaking against me with lying tongues.

He committed no sin, neither was deceit found in his mouth.When he was reviled, he did not revile in return; when he suffered, he did not threaten, but continued entrusting himself to him who judges justly.He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed.

For it is for your sake that I have borne reproach, that dishonor has covered my face.I have become a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my mother’s sons.For zeal for your house has consumed me, and the reproaches of those who reproach you have fallen on me.When I wept and humbled my soul with fasting, it became my reproach.When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.I am the talk of those who sit in the gate, and the drunkards make songs about me.

And those who passed by derided him, wagging their heads and saying,“ Aha! You who would destroy the temple and rebuild it in three days,save yourself, and come down from the cross!”

I can count all my bones— they stare and gloat over me;

Because of all my adversaries I have become a reproach, especially to my neighbors, and an object of dread to my acquaintances; those who see me in the street flee from me.I have been forgotten like one who is dead; I have become like a broken vessel.For I hear the whispering of many— terror on every side!— as they scheme together against me, as they plot to take my life.