But I protested, "Oh no, Lord God! Look, I don't know how to speak since I am [only] a youth."
Then the LORD said to me: Do not say: I am [only] a youth, for you will go to everyone I send you to and speak whatever I tell you.
Do not be afraid of anyone, for I will be with you to deliver you. [This is] the LORD's declaration.
Why has my pain become unending, my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? You truly have become like a mirage to me-- water that is not reliable.
But I have not run away from being Your shepherd, and I have not longed for the fatal day. You know my words were spoken in Your presence.
So Moses went back to the LORD and asked, "Lord, why have You caused trouble for this people? And why did You ever send me?
Ever since I went in to Pharaoh to speak in Your name he has caused trouble for this people, and You haven't delivered Your people at all."
So Moses asked the LORD, "Why have You brought such trouble on Your servant? Why are You angry with me, and why do You burden me with all these people?
Did I conceive all these people? Did I give them birth so You should tell me, 'Carry them at your breast, as a nursing woman carries a baby,' to the land that You swore to [give] their fathers?
Where can I get meat to give all these people? For they are crying to me: 'Give us meat to eat!'
"I can't carry all these people by myself. They are too much for me.
If You are going to treat me like this, please kill me right now. If You are pleased with me, don't let me see my misery [any more]."
If I say: I won't mention Him or speak any longer in His name, His message becomes a fire burning in my heart, shut up in my bones. I become tired of holding it in, and I cannot prevail.
So the Spirit lifted me up and took me away. I left in bitterness and in an angry spirit, and the LORD's hand was on me powerfully.
But as for me, I am filled with power by the Spirit of the LORD, with justice and courage, to proclaim to Jacob his rebellion and to Israel his sin.
Or is it only Barnabas and I who have no right to refrain from working?
Woe is me, my mother, that you gave birth to me, a man who incites dispute and conflict in all the land. I did not lend or borrow, yet everyone curses me.
The LORD has appointed you priest in place of Jehoiada the priest to be the chief officer in the temple of the LORD, responsible for every madman who acts like a prophet. You must confine him in stocks and an iron collar.
From there Elisha went up to Bethel. As he was walking up the path, some small boys came out of the city and harassed him, chanting, "Go up, baldy! Go up, baldy!"
But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by men and despised by people.
Everyone who sees me mocks me; they sneer and shake their heads:
But when I stumbled, they gathered in glee; they gathered against me. Assailants I did not know tore at me and did not stop.
With godless mockery they gnashed their teeth at me.
because zeal for Your house has consumed me, and the insults of those who insult You have fallen on me.
I mourned and fasted, but it brought me insults.
I wore sackcloth as my clothing, and I was a joke to them.
Those who sit at the city gate talk about me, and drunkards make up songs about me.
I am a laughingstock to all my people, mocked by their songs all day long.
The days of punishment have come; the days of retribution have come. Let Israel recognize it! The prophet is a fool, and the inspired man is insane, because of the magnitude of your guilt and hostility.
The Pharisees, who were lovers of money, were listening to all these things and scoffing at Him.
The men who were holding Jesus started mocking and beating Him.
After blindfolding Him, they kept asking, "Prophesy! Who hit You?"
Then Herod, with his soldiers, treated Him with contempt, mocked Him, dressed Him in a brilliant robe, and sent Him back to Pilate.
The people stood watching, and even the leaders kept scoffing: "He saved others; let Him save Himself if this is God's Messiah, the Chosen One!"
The soldiers also mocked Him. They came offering Him sour wine
Then also, some of the Epicurean and Stoic philosophers argued with him. Some said, "What is this pseudo-intellectual trying to say?" Others replied, "He seems to be a preacher of foreign deities"-- because he was telling the good news about Jesus and the resurrection.
When they heard about resurrection of the dead, some began to ridicule him. But others said, "We will hear you about this again."
For I think God has displayed us, the apostles, in last place, like men condemned to die: we have become a spectacle to the world and to angels and to men.
We are fools for Christ, but you are wise in Christ! We are weak, but you are strong! You are distinguished, but we are dishonored!
Up to the present hour we are both hungry and thirsty; we are poorly clothed, roughly treated, homeless;
we labor, working with our own hands. When we are reviled, we bless; when we are persecuted, we endure it;
when we are slandered, we entreat. We are, even now, like the world's garbage, like the filth of all things.
and others experienced mockings and scourgings, as well as bonds and imprisonment.