And they cried aloud, and cut themselves after their manner with knives and lances, till the blood gushed out upon them.
Zechariah 13:6 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895 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. Plus de 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. |
And they cried aloud, and cut themselves after their manner with knives and lances, till the blood gushed out upon them.
And Jehu drew his bow with his full strength, and smote Joram between his arms, and the arrow went out at his heart, and he sunk down in his chariot.
For dogs have compassed me: The assembly of evil-doers have enclosed me; They pierced my hands and my feet.
Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, and against the man that is my fellow, saith the LORD of hosts: smite the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered; and I will turn mine hand upon the little ones.
Pilate answered, Am I a Jew? Thine own nation and the chief priests delivered thee unto me: what hast thou done?
and the smoke of their torment goeth up for ever and ever; and they have no rest day and night, they that worship the beast and his image, and whoso receiveth the mark of his name.