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Luke 23:28 - Revised Standard Version

28 But Jesus turning to them said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

28 But Jesus turning unto them said, Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for me, but weep for yourselves, and for your children.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

28 But Jesus, turning toward them, said, Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for Me, but weep for yourselves and for your children.

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American Standard Version (1901)

28 But Jesus turning unto them said, Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for me, but weep for yourselves, and for your children.

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Common English Bible

28 Jesus turned to the women and said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, don’t cry for me. Rather, cry for yourselves and your children.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

28 But Jesus, turning to them, said: "Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep over me. Instead, weep over yourselves and over your children.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

28 But Jesus turning to them, said: Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not over me; but weep for yourselves, and for your children.

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Luke 23:28
10 Tagairtí Cros  

I am very dark, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.


I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the hinds of the field, that you stir not up nor awaken love until it please.


He made its posts of silver, its back of gold, its seat of purple; it was lovingly wrought within by the daughters of Jerusalem.


I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the hinds of the field, that you stir not up nor awaken love until it please.


His speech is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.


I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.


I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up nor awaken love until it please.


And there followed him a great multitude of the people, and of women who bewailed and lamented him.


For behold, the days are coming when they will say, ‘Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never gave suck!’


Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, every one who pierced him; and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. Even so. Amen.


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