Psalms 102:9
I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
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14I have become the sport of all the peoples; I am their song all the day.
15He has made my life nothing but pain, he has given me the bitter root in full measure.
16By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
17My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
3My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
4My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
6I am like a bird living by itself in the waste places; like the night-bird in a waste of sand.
10Because of your passion and your wrath, for I have been lifted up and then made low by you.
11My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
8My haters say evil of me all day; those who are violent against me make use of my name as a curse.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
24In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
9I am on fire with passion for your house; and the hard things which are said about you have come on me.
10My bitter weeping, and my going without food, were turned to my shame.
11When I put on the clothing of grief, they said evil of me.
15I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
20My heart is broken by bitter words, I am full of grief; I made a search for some to have pity on me, but there was no one; I had no comforter.
21They gave me poison for my food; and bitter wine for my drink.
11Breathing out grief all her people are looking for bread; they have given their desired things for food to give them life: see, O Lord, and take note; for she has become a thing of shame.
12Come to me, all you who go by! Keep your eyes on me, and see if there is any pain like the pain of my wound, which the Lord has sent on me in the day of his burning wrath.
13From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
14I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
15My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
5You have given them the bread of weeping for food; for their drink you have given them sorrow in great measure.
19Keep in mind my trouble and my wandering, the bitter root and the poison.
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
7My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.
3The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
3I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
6For this cause I give witness that what I said is false, and in sorrow I take my seat in the dust.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
22Let all their evil-doing come before you; do to them as you have done to me for all my sins: for loud is the sound of my grief, and the strength of my heart is gone.
17I did not take my seat among the band of those who are glad, and I had no joy; I kept by myself because of your hand; for you have made me full of wrath.
20See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
14My behaviour was as if it had been my friend or my brother: I was bent low in grief like one whose mother is dead.
16For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.
7My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
24I have made water-holes and taken their waters, and with my foot I have made all the rivers of Egypt dry.
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
20My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
31And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
19Sorrow is mine for I am wounded! my wound may not be made well; and I said, Cruel is my disease, I may not be free from it.
28I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
9I am broken by his wrath, and his hate has gone after me; he has made his teeth sharp against me: my haters are looking on me with cruel eyes;
10Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me.