I also could speak as you do, if you were in my place; I could join words together against you and shake my head at you.
I am an object of scorn to my accusers; when they see me, they wag their heads.
All who see me mock me; they make mouths at me; they wag their heads;
All who pass along the way clap their hands at you; they hiss and wag their heads at the daughter of Jerusalem: “Is this the city that was called the perfection of beauty, the joy of all the earth?”
making their land a horror, a thing to be hissed at forever. Everyone who passes by it is horrified and shakes his head.
This is the word that the Lord has spoken concerning him: “She despises you, she scorns you— the virgin daughter of Zion; she wags her head behind you— the daughter of Jerusalem.
If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honored, all rejoice together.
Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.
And those who passed by derided him, wagging their heads and saying, “You who would destroy the temple and rebuild it in three days, save yourself! If you are the Son of God, come down from the cross.”
“So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets.
This is the exultant city that lived securely, that said in her heart, “I am, and there is no one else.” What a desolation she has become, a lair for wild beasts! Everyone who passes by her hisses and shakes his fist.
A fool multiplies words, though no man knows what is to be, and who can tell him what will be after him?
When words are many, transgression is not lacking, but whoever restrains his lips is prudent.
You have made us a byword among the nations, a laughingstock among the peoples.
Job opens his mouth in empty talk; he multiplies words without knowledge.”
“Should a multitude of words go unanswered, and a man full of talk be judged right?
“He who withholds kindness from a friend forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
“Oh that my vexation were weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances! For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words have been rash. For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me. Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass, or the ox low over his fodder?
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