But certain of the scribes were sitting there, and reasoning in their hearts, Why doth this man thus speak blasphemies?

And Jesus immediately knowing in his spirit, that they so reasoned in themselves, said to them, Why reason ye thus in your hearts?

And the disciples of John and of the Pharisees used to fast: and they come and say to him, Why do the disciples of John and of the Pharisees fast, but thy disciples fast not?

And the Pharisees said to him, Behold, why do they on the sabbath that which is not lawful?

And he said to them, Why are ye so fearful? How is it, that ye have not faith?

While he yet spake, they come from the ruler of the synagogue's house, saying, Thy daughter is dead: why troublest thou the Master farther?

And coming in, he saith to them, Why make ye this ado and weep? The damsel is not dead, but sleepeth.

Then the Pharisees ask him, Why walk not thy disciples, according to the tradition of the elders, but eat bread with defiled hands?

And sighing deeply in his spirit, he said, Why doth this generation seek a sign? Verily I say to you, There shall no sign be given to this generation.

And Jesus knowing it saith to them, Why reason ye, because ye have no bread? Perceive ye not yet, neither consider? Have ye your heart yet hardened?

And they asked him, saying, Why say the scribes, that Elijah must come first?

And when he was come into an house, his disciples asked him privately, Why could not we cast him out?

But Jesus saith to him, Why callest thou me good? There is none good but one, that is God.

And if any say to you, Why do ye this? Say, The Lord hath need of him; and straightway he will send him hither.

And they reasoned among themselves, saying, If we say, from heaven, he will say, Why then did ye not believe him?

Shall we give, or shall we not give? But he knowing their hypocrisy, said to them, Why tempt ye me? Bring me a penny, that I may see it.

But there were some that had indignation within themselves, and said, Why was this waste of the ointment made?

But Jesus said, Let her alone: why trouble ye her? She hath wrought a good work on me.

And they cried out again, Crucify him. Then Pilate said to them, Why, what evil hath he done?

And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? Which is, being interpreted, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?