They should turn their cheeks to the one who strikes them and take their fill of insults.
People ridiculed me with their mouths. They slapped my cheeks with contempt. They united against me.
Since they consider me disgusting, they keep their distance from me and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
Have pity on us, O Lord. Have pity on us because we have suffered more than our share of contempt.
Insults have broken my heart, and I am sick. I looked for sympathy, but there was none. I looked for people to comfort me, but I found no one.
Indeed, devotion for your house has consumed me, and the insults of those who insult you have fallen on me.
I will offer my back to those who whip me and my cheeks to those who pluck hairs out of my beard. I will not turn my face away from those who humiliate me and spit on me.
Now, gather your troops, you city of troops. We are under attack. Enemies will strike the judge of Israel on the cheek with a stick.
Then they spit in his face, hit him with their fists, and some of them slapped him.
But I tell you not to oppose an evil person. If someone slaps you on your right cheek, turn your other cheek to him as well.
If someone strikes you on the cheek, offer the other cheek as well. If someone takes your coat, don’t stop him from taking your shirt.
When someone makes you slaves, consumes your wealth, seizes your property, orders you around, or slaps your faces, you put up with it.