Psalms 102:9
For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with weeping,
For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with weeping,
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14I am become a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
15He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath sated me with wormwood.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he hath covered me with ashes.
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace; I forgat prosperity.
3For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.
4My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
6I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I am become as an owl of the waste places.
10Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: For thou hast taken me up, and cast me away.
11My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
8Mine enemies reproach me all the day; They that are mad against me do curse by me.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
3My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
9For the zeal of thy house hath eaten me up; And the reproaches of them that reproach thee are fallen upon me.
10When I wept, [and chastened] my soul with fasting, That was to my reproach.
11When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword unto them.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
20Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: And I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none.
21They gave me also gall for my food; And in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
11All her people sigh, they seek bread; They have given their pleasant things for food to refresh the soul: See, O Jehovah, and behold; for I am become abject.
12Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is brought upon me, Wherewith Jehovah hath afflicted [me] in the day of his fierce anger.
13From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them; He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
14I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
5Thou hast fed them with the bread of tears, And given them tears to drink in large measure.
19Remember mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
9Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, [yea], my soul and my body.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
7My soul refuseth to touch [them] ; They are as loathsome food to me.
3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; He hath smitten my life down to the ground: He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
3I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
6Wherefore I abhor [myself], And repent in dust and ashes.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
22Let all their wickedness come before thee; And do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
17I sat not in the assembly of them that make merry, nor rejoiced; I sat alone because of thy hand; for thou hast filled me with indignation.
20Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
14I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother: I bowed down mourning, as one that bewaileth his mother.
16For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water; Because the comforter that should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy hath prevailed.
7Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
24I have digged and drunk strange waters, and with the sole of my feet will I dry up all the rivers of Egypt.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
20My friends scoff at me: [But] mine eye poureth out tears unto God,
31Therefore is my harp [turned] to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
19Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
28I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
9He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
10They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They gather themselves together against me.