Then someone ran and filled a sponge with sour wine. He put it on a stick and was offering it to Yeshua to drink, saying, “Wait, let’s see if Elijah comes to take Him down.”
Scorn has broken my heart, so I am sick. I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters, but found none.
Right away one of them ran and took a sponge. He filled it with sour wine and put it on a stick, and was offering it to Yeshua to drink.
They were offering Him wine mixed with myrrh, but He didn’t take it.
When some of the bystanders heard it, they began saying, “Look, He’s calling for Elijah.”
But letting out a loud cry, Yeshua breathed His last.
The soldiers likewise mocked Him, coming up and bringing Him sour wine,