Psalms 120:5
Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, and live among the tents of Kedar.
Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, and live among the tents of Kedar.
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
Wo is me yt my banishmet endureth sologe: I dwell in the tabernacles of the soroufull.
Woe is to me that I remaine in Meschech, and dwell in the tentes of Kedar.
Wo be vnto me that am constrayned to be conuersaunt in Mesech: and to dwell among the tentes of Cedar.
¶ Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, [that] I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
Wo to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.
Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
How miserable I am! For I have lived temporarily in Meshech; I have resided among the tents of Kedar.
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6Too long has my soul dwelled with those who hate peace.
19Woe to me because of my brokenness! My wound is incurable. Yet I said, 'This is my suffering, and I must endure it.'
20My tent is destroyed, and all its ropes are broken. My children have left me—they are no more. There is no one to pitch my tent or set up my curtains.
1If only I had a place to stay in the wilderness, a travelers' shelter, so that I might leave my people and go away from them. For they are all adulterers, a gathering of traitors.
2They bend their tongues like a bow to shoot lies, not for truth do they grow strong in the land; they go from one evil to another, and they do not know me, declares the Lord.
10Woe to me, my mother, that you gave birth to me—a man of strife and contention to the whole land! I have neither lent nor borrowed, yet everyone curses me.
1Woe is me, for I am like those gathering summer fruit, like those gleaning after the harvest; there is no cluster to eat, no early fig that my soul desires.
12"Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which was brought upon me, which the LORD inflicted on the day of his fierce anger.
13From on high he sent fire; it burns in my bones. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.
16"Because of these things I weep; my eyes, my eyes flow with tears. No one is near to comfort me, no one to restore my spirit. My children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed."
3For the enemy has pursued me, crushing my life to the ground and making me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.
4My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
6Fear and trembling have come upon me, and horror has overwhelmed me.
7I said, 'Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and find rest.'
8See, I would flee far away; I would stay in the wilderness forever. Selah.
20See, LORD, how distressed I am! I am in anguish within, my heart is overturned because I have been very rebellious. Outside, the sword bereaves; inside, there is only death.
18My grief is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
12My dwelling is pulled up and taken from me, like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver rolls a cloth; He cuts me off from the loom. Day and night You bring me to an end.
10Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
11My life is consumed with grief and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are wasting away.
4Sharp arrows of a warrior, along with burning coals of the broom tree.
20Disaster upon disaster is announced, for the whole land is devastated. Suddenly, my tents are ruined, my curtains in a moment.
5How beautiful are your tents, O Jacob, your dwelling places, O Israel!
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
17For I said, "Lest they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me."
5until I find a place for the LORD, a dwelling for the Mighty One of Jacob.'
6He has made me a byword among the peoples, and I have become one at whom they spit.
6My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
15The guests in my house and my maidservants regard me as a stranger; I have become a foreigner in their eyes.
1I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of His wrath.
16From the ends of the earth, we hear songs: 'Glory to the Righteous One.' But I said, 'I perish, I perish, woe to me! The treacherous betray, with treachery the treacherous betray.'
16For this is what the Lord said to me: 'In one year, as if it were the years of a hired worker, all the glory of Kedar will come to an end.'
5My heart is afflicted and withered like grass, for I forget to eat my food.
3You have said, 'Woe to me! The LORD has added sorrow to my pain. I am worn out from my groaning, and I find no rest.'
15I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and buried my strength in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death.
5He has besieged me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.
6He has made me dwell in dark places, like those long dead.
4Therefore I said, 'Turn away from me, let me weep bitterly. Do not try to comfort me concerning the destruction of my people.'
23Then he spoke his oracle: 'Alas! Who can survive when God does this?'
4From the voice of the enemy, and from the oppression of the wicked—for they bring down trouble on me and in their anger they hate me.
17I did not sit in the company of revelers nor did I rejoice. Because of Your hand, I sat alone, for You have filled me with indignation.
15What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He has done this. I will walk humbly all my years because of this anguish of my soul.
7Surely now, God has worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
21When my heart was embittered and my spirit was pierced within me,
11Therefore, my heart moans like a lyre for Moab, and my innermost being for Kir Hareseth.
8O Hope of Israel, its Savior in times of distress, why are You like a stranger in the land, like a traveler who stays only for a night?
12His troops assemble together; they raise a siege against me and encamp around my dwelling.
5My body is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers.
12Destruction is in its midst; oppression and deceit do not leave its streets.