Psalms 69:20
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.
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.
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21 They gave me poison for my food; and bitter wine for my drink.
19 You have seen my shame, how I was laughed at and made low; my haters are all before you.
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.
11 When I put on the clothing of grief, they said evil of me.
20 See, 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.
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.
22 Let 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.
4 Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.
7 I have been wounded with sharp words because of you; my face has been covered with shame.
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
3 I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
19 All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
20 My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
22 For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.
16 For 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.
12 Come 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.
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.
9 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
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.
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.
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,
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
25 As for me, they make sport of me; shaking their heads when they see me.
9 I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
4 For this cause I have said, Let your eyes be turned away from me in my bitter weeping; I will not be comforted for the wasting of the daughter of my people.
14 I 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.
15 My 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.
3 Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
1 <To the chief music-maker on Aijeleth-hash-shahar. A Psalm. Of David.> My God, my God, why are you turned away from me? why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my crying?
50 Keep in mind, O Lord, the shame of your servants, and how the bitter words of all the people have come into my heart;
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
25 Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?
16 Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
11 Saying, God has given him up; go after him and take him, for he has no helper.
19 Have you completely given up Judah? is your soul turned in disgust from Zion? why have you given us blows from which there is no one to make us well? we were looking for peace, but no good came; and for a time of well-being, but there was only a great fear.
14 My relations and my near friends have given me up, and those living in my house have put me out of their minds.
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.
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
10 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
14 I have become the sport of all the peoples; I am their song all the day.
26 Because they are cruel to him against whom your hand is turned; they make bitter the grief of him who is wounded by you.
12 For it was not my hater who said evil of me; that would have been no grief to me; it was not one outside the number of my friends who made himself strong against me, or I would have kept myself from him in a secret place;
9 He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.