Is it nothing to you, You who wag the head, reviling; All ye that pass by? Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, O ye chief priests that mock. Which is done unto me, By the determinate council, By the foreknowledge of God. Wherewith the Lord hath afflicted me, In the day of his fierce anger. When the sun was veiled, And the earth shook.