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

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

And those who passed by derided him, wagging their heads

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 a joke to people everywhere; when they see me, they shake their heads in scorn.

“ Does it mean nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look around and see if there is any suffering like mine, which the Lord brought on me when he erupted in fierce anger.

The crowd watched and the leaders scoffed.“ He saved others,” they said,“ let him save himself if he is really God’s Messiah, the Chosen One.”The soldiers mocked him, too, by offering him a drink of sour wine.They called out to him,“ If you are the King of the Jews, save yourself!”A sign was fastened above him with these words:“ This is the King of the Jews.”One of the criminals hanging beside him scoffed,“ So you’re the Messiah, are you? Prove it by saving yourself— and us, too, while you’re at it!”

I could say the same things if you were in my place. I could spout off criticism and shake my head at you.

Their insults have broken my heart, and I am in despair. If only one person would show some pity; if only one would turn and comfort me.

All who pass by jeer at you. They scoff and insult beautiful Jerusalem, saying,“ Is this the city called‘ Most Beautiful in All the World’ and‘ Joy of All the Earth’?”All your enemies mock you. They scoff and snarl and say,“ We have destroyed her at last! We have long waited for this day, and it is finally here!”But it is the Lord who did just as he planned. He has fulfilled the promises of disaster he made long ago. He has destroyed Jerusalem without mercy. He has caused her enemies to gloat over her and has given them power over her.

But I am a worm and not a man. I am scorned and despised by all!Everyone who sees me mocks me. They sneer and shake their heads, saying,

But they are glad now that I am in trouble; they gleefully join together against me. I am attacked by people I don’t even know; they slander me constantly.They mock me and call me names; they snarl at me.How long, O Lord, will you look on and do nothing? Rescue me from their fierce attacks. Protect my life from these lions!Then I will thank you in front of the great assembly. I will praise you before all the people.Don’t let my treacherous enemies rejoice over my defeat. Don’t let those who hate me without cause gloat over my sorrow.They don’t talk of peace; they plot against innocent people who mind their own business.They shout,“ Aha! Aha! With our own eyes we saw him do it!”

while the wicked slander me and tell lies about me.

He never sinned, nor ever deceived anyone.He did not retaliate when he was insulted, nor threaten revenge when he suffered. He left his case in the hands of God, who always judges fairly.He personally carried our sins in his body on the cross so that we can be dead to sin and live for what is right. By his wounds you are healed.

For I endure insults for your sake; humiliation is written all over my face.Even my own brothers pretend they don’t know me; they treat me like a stranger.Passion for your house has consumed me, and the insults of those who insult you have fallen on me.When I weep and fast, they scoff at me.When I dress in burlap to show sorrow, they make fun of me.I am the favorite topic of town gossip, and all the drunks sing about me.

The people passing by shouted abuse, shaking their heads in mockery.“ Ha! Look at you now!” they yelled at him.“ You said you were going to destroy the Temple and rebuild it in three days.Well then, save yourself and come down from the cross!”

I can count all my bones. My enemies stare at me and gloat.

I am scorned by all my enemies and despised by my neighbors— even my friends are afraid to come near me. When they see me on the street, they run the other way.I am ignored as if I were dead, as if I were a broken pot.I have heard the many rumors about me, and I am surrounded by terror. My enemies conspire against me, plotting to take my life.