Mark 11:9 - Barnes' Notes

Mark 11:9

7 Then they brought the colt to Jesus and threw their clothes on it, and He sat on it.

8 ^aAnd many spread their clothes on the road, and others cut down leafy branches from the trees and spread them on the road.

9 Then those who went before and those who followed cried out, saying:
“Hosanna!
^a‘Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!’

10 Blessed is the kingdom of our father David
That comes¹ in the name of the Lord!
^aHosanna in the highest!”

11 ^aAnd Jesus went into Jerusalem and into the temple. So when He had looked around at all things, as the hour was already late, He went out to Bethany with the twelve.

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12 ^aNow the next day, when they had come out from Bethany, He was hungry.

13 ^aAnd seeing from afar a fig tree having leaves, He went to see if perhaps He would find something on it. When He came to it, He found nothing but leaves, for it was not the season for figs.

Commentaries:

Barnes' Notes

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Mark 11:1-10

See this passage illustrated in the notes at Mat. 21:1-16.

Mark 11:4

Two ways met - A crossroads. A public place, probably near the center of the village.

Mark 11:5

What do ye, loosing the colt? - Or, why do ye do this? What authority have you for doing it?

See this passage illustrated in the notes at Mat. 21:1-16.

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