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Psalm 22:7 - Modern King James Version

7 All who see Me mock me; they shoot out the lip; they shake the head, saying,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn: They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 All who see me laugh at me and mock me; they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying, [Matt. 27:43.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn: They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,

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Common English Bible

7 All who see me make fun of me— they gape, shaking their heads:

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Psalm 22:7
22 Tagairtí Cros  

I am a laughing-stock to his friends; who calls on God, and He answers him; the just, the upright one is a mockery;


They have gaped on me with their mouth; and have scornfully beaten me on the cheek; they gather themselves against me.


I also could speak as you do; if your soul were in my soul's place. I could heap up words against you, and shake my head at you.


And I became a shame to them; they looked on me; they shook their heads.


Let the lying lips be put to silence; the lips which speak proudly against the righteous, with pride and scorn.


You make us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the head among the people.


So says Jehovah, the Redeemer of Israel, His Holy One, to Him whom man despises, to Him whom the nation hates, the servant of rulers: Kings shall see and arise, rulers also shall worship, because of Jehovah who is faithful, the Holy One of Israel, and He shall choose You.


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.


Of whom are you making sport? Against whom do you make a wide mouth and draw out the tongue? Are you not children of transgression, a lying seed,


And plaiting a crown of thorns, they put it on His head, and a reed in His right hand. And they bowed the knee before Him and mocked Him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews!


He said to them, Go back, for the little girl is not dead, but sleeps. And they laughed Him to scorn.


And when they had mocked Him, they took the purple off Him and put His own clothes on Him and led Him out to crucify Him.


And those who passed by blasphemed Him, wagging their heads and saying, Aha! You razing the temple and building it in three days,


And being money-lovers, all the Pharisees also heard all these things. And they derided Him.


And humiliating Him with his guardsmen, and mocking Him by putting luxurious clothing around Him, Herod sent Him again to Pilate.


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