Then they cried aloud, and, as was their custom, they cut themselves with swords and lances until the blood gushed out over them.
Zechariah 13:6 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021 And if anyone asks them, “What are these wounds on your chest?” the answer will be “The wounds I received in the house of my friends.” More versionsKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds in thine hands? Then he shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition And one shall say to him, What are these wounds on your breast or between your hands? Then he will answer, Those with which I was wounded [when disciplined] in the house of my [loving] friends. American Standard Version (1901) And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds between thine arms? Then he shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends. Common English Bible Someone will say to him, “What are these wounds between your hands?” And he will say, “These happened when I was hit in my friends’ home.” Catholic Public Domain Version And they will say to him, "What are these wounds in the middle of your hands?" And he will say, "I was wounded with these in the house of those who love me." Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version And they shall say to him: What are these wounds in the midst of thy hands? And he shall say: With these I was wounded in the house of them that loved me. |
Then they cried aloud, and, as was their custom, they cut themselves with swords and lances until the blood gushed out over them.
Jehu drew his bow with all his strength and shot Joram between the shoulders, so that the arrow pierced his heart, and he sank in his chariot.
For dogs are all around me; a company of evildoers encircles me; they bound my hands and feet.
“Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, against the man who is my associate,” says the Lord of hosts. “Strike the shepherd, that the sheep may be scattered; I will turn my hand against the little ones.
Pilate replied, “I am not a Jew, am I? Your own nation and the chief priests have handed you over to me. What have you done?”
And the smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever. There is no rest day or night for those who worship the beast and its image and for anyone who receives the brand of its name.”