Matthew 21 with poetic licence
And when he entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred up, saying, “Who is this?” And the crowds said, “This is the prophet Jesus, from Nazareth of Galilee.”
And Jesus entered the temple and drove out all who sold and bought in the temple, and he overturned the tables of the money-changers and the seats of those who sold pigeons. He said to them, “It is written, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer,’ but you make it a den of robbers.”
And the blind and the lame came to him in the temple, and those who had suffered sexual abuse, and domestic abuse, and those who had divorced their abusive spouses but were stigmatized and cast out by their churches. And those who had permanent injuries from having been beaten so they could not stand up or walk straight. And those whose injuries were invisible but just as serious, whose minds and hearts were almost unraveled, and who jumped at the slightest sharp noise and could not sleep at night for fear and nightmares. And those who had been attacked by demons – whether by raging demons, or guileful snide demons, or the socially acceptable demons who with furrowed brows of judgment confront hurting people with unsolicited stupid advice.
And he healed them.
But when the chief priests and the scribes saw the wonderful things that he did, and the children crying out in the temple, “Hosanna to the Son of David!” they were indignant, and they said to him, “Do you hear what these are saying?”
And Jesus said to them, “Yes; have you never read, ‘Out of the mouth of infants and nursing babies you have prepared praise’?”
And leaving them, he went out of the city to Bethany and lodged there.
(Matthew 21:10-17, with poetic licence)