Psalms 69:11
I wept and fasted, but it brought reproach on me.
I wept and fasted, but it brought reproach on me.
I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.
I made sackcloth my garment also, and I became a proverb to them.
I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.
When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword unto them.
I made{H8799)} sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.
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Also I put on sackcloth for my garment: and they iested at me.
I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.
When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.
And I make my clothing sackcloth, And I am to them for a simile.
When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword unto them.
When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword unto them.
When I put on the clothing of grief, they said evil of me.
When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.
I wear sackcloth and they ridicule me.
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7Let those who hope in you, Lord God of Hosts, not be ashamed because of me; let those who seek you, God of Israel, not be humiliated because of me.
8For I have endured insult for your sake, and shame has covered my face.
9I have become a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my mother’s sons.
10For zeal for your house has consumed me, and the insults of those who insult you have fallen on me.
12I wore sackcloth as my clothing and became a byword to them.
6He has made me a byword among the peoples, and I have become one at whom they spit.
7My eyes have grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.
9And now I have become their taunt; I am a byword among them.
13But when they were ill, I wore sackcloth and humbled myself with fasting. My prayer returned to me unanswered.
14I behaved as if they were my friend or brother; I mourned as one mourning for a mother, bowed down in sorrow.
15But when I stumbled, they rejoiced and gathered together; attackers I did not know came against me, ripping at me without ceasing.
14I have become the laughingstock of all my people; their mocking song all day long.
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.
25I am an object of scorn to them; when they see me, they shake their heads.
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.
12I am a disgrace among all my enemies, and even more to my neighbors—a dread to my acquaintances; those who see me on the street flee from me.
19Come near to my soul and redeem it; because of my enemies, ransom me.
20You know my reproach, my shame, and my disgrace; all my adversaries are before you.
21Reproach has broken my heart, and I am in despair. I looked for sympathy, but there was none; for comforters, but I found no one.
8I lie awake; I am like a lonely bird on a housetop.
9All day long my enemies taunt me; those who ridicule me use my name as a curse.
18With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me like the collar of my tunic.
19He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
3I clothe the heavens with darkness and make sackcloth their covering.
6My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
31My harp is turned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.
6To you they cried out and were delivered; in you they trusted and were not put to shame.
7But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by mankind and despised by the people.
31You would plunge me into a pit, and even my clothes would abhor me.
28I walk in mourning without sunlight; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
8Whenever I speak, I cry out, proclaiming violence and destruction. So the word of the LORD has brought me insult and reproach all day long.
19Woe to me because of my brokenness! My wound is incurable. Yet I said, 'This is my suffering, and I must endure it.'
19May it be like a robe wrapped around him, like a belt tied around him always.
21When my heart was embittered and my spirit was pierced within me,
18Even little children despise me; when I rise, they speak against me.
19All my close friends abhor me, and those I loved have turned against me.
14I put on righteousness, and it clothed me; my justice was like a robe and a turban.
3I am sinking in deep mire where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, and the current has overwhelmed me.
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
3You have insulted me ten times now; you are not even ashamed that you mistreat me.
8Mourn like a young woman dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.
17For I said, "Lest they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me."
10They gape at me with their mouths; they strike my cheeks in scorn and together they conspire against me.
21People have heard my groaning, but there is no one to comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it. Bring the day you have announced, so they may become like 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.
14For I am stricken all day long and chastened every morning.
5My heart is afflicted and withered like grass, for I forget to eat my food.
8Because of this, I will lament and wail; I will walk barefoot and naked. I will howl like jackals and mourn like ostriches.