So they shouted even louder and cut themselves with swords and spears, as was their custom, until the blood gushed over them.
Zechariah 13:6 - Tree of Life Version Then someone will ask him, “What are these wounds between your hands?”—and he will answer, “Those that I received in the house of my friends.” Tuilleadh leaganachaKing 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. |
So they shouted even louder and cut themselves with swords and spears, as was their custom, until the blood gushed over them.
But Jehu drew his bow with his full strength and shot Joram between his arms, and the arrow went out through his heart, and he collapsed in his chariot.
My strength is dried up like a clay pot, my tongue clings to my jaws. You lay me in the dust of death.
Awake, O sword, against My shepherd, against the man who is My companion! It is a declaration of Adonai-Tzva’ot. Strike the shepherd and the sheep will be scattered! I will turn My hand against the little ones.
Pilate answered, “I’m not a Jew, am I? Your own nation and ruling kohanim handed You over to me! What have You done?”
The smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever. Those who worship the beast and its image and those who receive the mark of his name have no rest day or night.”