Psalms 69:11
When I put on the clothing of grief, they said evil of me.
When I put on the clothing of grief, they said evil of me.
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7 I have been wounded with sharp words because of you; my face has been covered with shame.
8 I have become strange to my brothers, and like a man from a far country to my mother's children.
9 I am on fire with passion for your house; and the hard things which are said about you have come on me.
10 My bitter weeping, and my going without food, were turned to my shame.
12 I am a cause of wonder to those in authority; a song to those who are given to strong drink.
6 He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
9 And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.
13 But as for me, when they were ill I put on the clothing of sorrow: I went without food and was sad, and my prayer came back again to my heart.
14 My behaviour was as if it had been my friend or my brother: I was bent low in grief like one whose mother is dead.
15 But they took pleasure in my trouble, and came together, yes, low persons came together against me without my knowledge; they never came to an end of wounding me.
14 I have become the sport of all the peoples; I am their song all the day.
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
25 As for me, they make sport of me; shaking their heads when they see me.
10 My 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.
11 Because of all those who are against me, I have become a word of shame to my neighbours; a cause of shaking the head and a fear to my friends: those who saw me in the street went in flight from me.
12 I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
19 You have seen my shame, how I was laughed at and made low; my haters are all before you.
20 My 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.
21 They gave me poison for my food; and bitter wine for my drink.
8 My haters say evil of me all day; those who are violent against me make use of my name as a curse.
9 I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
18 With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
3 By me the heavens are clothed with black, and I make haircloth their robe.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
31 And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
6 But I am a worm and not a man; cursed by men, and looked down on by the people.
7 I am laughed at by all those who see me: pushing out their lips and shaking their heads they say,
31 Then you will have me pushed into the dust, so that I will seem disgusting to my very clothing.
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
8 For every word I say is a cry for help; I say with a loud voice, Violent behaviour and wasting: because the word of the Lord is made a shame to me and a cause of laughing all the day.
19 Sorrow 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.
19 Let it be to him as a robe which he puts on, let it be like a band which is round him at all times.
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
18 Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me.
19 All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
14 I put on righteousness as my clothing, and was full of it; right decisions were to me a robe and a head-dress.
3 I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
3 Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.
8 Make sounds of grief like a virgin dressed in haircloth for the husband of her early years.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
10 Their 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.
21 Give ear to the voice of my grief; I have no comforter; all my haters have news of my troubles, they are glad because you have done it: let the day of fate come when they will be like me.
17 I 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.
14 For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
8 For this I will be full of sorrow and give cries of grief; I will go uncovered and unclothed: I will give cries of grief like the jackals and will be in sorrow like the ostriches.