And they ridiculed, knowing that she was dead.
I am a laughing-stock to his friends; who calls on God, and He answers him; the just, the upright one is a mockery;
Are not mockeries with me? Yea, my eye rests on their insults.
All who see Me mock me; they shoot out the lip; they shake the head, saying,
He is despised and rejected of men; a Man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; and as it were a hiding of faces from Him, He being despised, and we esteemed Him not.
He said to them, Go back, for the little girl is not dead, but sleeps. And they laughed Him to scorn.
And being money-lovers, all the Pharisees also heard all these things. And they derided Him.
And all were weeping and bewailing her. But He said, Do not weep; she has not died, but sleeps.
And He put them all out. And He took her by the hand and called, saying, Little girl, arise!
Jesus said, Take away the stone. Martha, the sister of him who died, said to Him, Lord, by this time he stinks. For it is the fourth day.
