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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7I have been wounded with sharp words because of you; my face has been covered with shame.
8I have become strange to my brothers, and like a man from a far country to my mother's children.
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.
12I am a cause of wonder to those in authority; a song to those who are given to strong drink.
6He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
9And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.
13But 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.
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.
15But 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.
14I have become the sport of all the peoples; I am their song all the day.
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;
25As for me, they make sport of me; shaking their heads when they see me.
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.
11Because 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.
12I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
19You have seen my shame, how I was laughed at and made low; my haters are all before you.
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.
8My haters say evil of me all day; those who are violent against me make use of my name as a curse.
9I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
3By me the heavens are clothed with black, and I make haircloth their robe.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
31And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
6But I am a worm and not a man; cursed by men, and looked down on by the people.
7I am laughed at by all those who see me: pushing out their lips and shaking their heads they say,
31Then you will have me pushed into the dust, so that I will seem disgusting to my very clothing.
28I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
8For 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.
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.
19Let it be to him as a robe which he puts on, let it be like a band which is round him at all times.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
18Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me.
19All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
14I put on righteousness as my clothing, and was full of it; right decisions were to me a robe and a head-dress.
3I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
3Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.
8Make sounds of grief like a virgin dressed in haircloth for the husband of her early years.
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
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.
21Give 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.
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.
14For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
8For 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.