²⁹ and having plaited him a crown out of thorns they put `it' on his head, and a reed in his right hand, and having kneeled before him, they were mocking him, saying, `Hail, the king of the Jews.'

¹⁸ and began to salute him, `Hail, King of the Jews.'

¹⁹ and they shall condemn him to death, and shall deliver him to the nations to mock, and to scourge, and to crucify, and the third day he will rise again.'

³ He is despised, and left of men, A man of pains, and acquainted with sickness, And as one hiding the face from us, He is despised, and we esteemed him not.

² looking to the author and perfecter of faith -- Jesus, who, over-against the joy set before him -- did endure a cross, shame having despised, on the right hand also of the throne of God did sit down;

³ for consider again him who endured such gainsaying from the sinners to himself, that ye may not be wearied in your souls -- being faint.

² and the soldiers having plaited a crown of thorns, did place `it' on his head, and a purple garment they put around him,

³ and said, `Hail! the king of the Jews;' and they were giving him slaps.

³⁶ And mocking him also were the soldiers, coming near and offering vinegar to him,

³⁷ and saying, `If thou be the king of the Jews, save thyself.'

³⁷ and they put up over his head, his accusation written, `This is Jesus, the king of the Jews.'

⁴⁹ and immediately, having come to Jesus, he said, `Hail, Rabbi,' and kissed him;

⁷ Thou hast persuaded me, O Jehovah, and I am persuaded; Thou hast hardened me, and dost prevail, I have been for a laughter all the day, Every one is mocking at me,

⁷ Thus said Jehovah, Redeemer of Israel, His Holy One, To the despised in soul, To the abominated of a nation, To the servant of rulers: `Kings see, and have risen, princes, and worship, For the sake of Jehovah, who is faithful, The Holy of Israel, and He chooseth thee.'

¹⁹ Thou -- Thou hast known my reproach, And my shame, and my blushing, Before Thee `are' all mine adversaries.

²⁰ Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.

⁷ For because of Thee I have borne reproach, Shame hath covered my face.

¹⁵ And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;

¹⁶ With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.