Morte de Jesus
16 For dogs have encompassed me; the assembly of the wicked have enclosed me: like lions they threaten my hands and my feet.
17 I may number all my bones: while they stare and look upon me.
18 They divide my clothes among themselves, and for my garment do they cast lots.
All those who see me laugh me to scorn: they draw open their lips, they shake their head, saying,
"Let him throw himself on the Lord, that he may deliver him: he will save him, for he delighteth in him."
5 Yet he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement for our peace was upon him; and through his bruises was healing granted to us.
6 We all like sheep went astray; every one to his own way did we turn; and the Lord let befall him the guilt of us all.
7 He was oppressed, and he was also taunted, yet he opened not his mouth; like the lamb which is led to the slaughter, and like an ewe before her shearers is dumb; and he opened not his mouth.