Psalms 69:21
Reproach has broken my heart, and I am in despair. I looked for sympathy, but there was none; for comforters, but I found no one.
Reproach has broken my heart, and I am in despair. I looked for sympathy, but there was none; for comforters, but I found no one.
They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
They also gave me gall for my food, and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
The rebuke breaketh my hert, & maketh me heuy: I loke for some to haue pitie vpon me, but there is no man: & for some to coforte me, but I fynde none.
For they gaue me gall in my meate, and in my thirst they gaue me vineger to drinke.
They gaue me for meate, gall to eate: and when I was thirstie, they gaue me vineger to drynke.
They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
They also gave me gall for my food. In my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.
And they give for my food gall, And for my thirst cause me to drink vinegar.
They gave me also gall for my food; And in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
They gave me also gall for my food; And in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
They gave me poison for my food; and bitter wine for my drink.
They also gave me gall for my food. In my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.
They put bitter poison into my food, and to quench my thirst they give me vinegar to drink.
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34they gave Him wine mixed with gall to drink. But after tasting it, He refused to drink it.
35When they had crucified Him, they divided His garments among them, casting lots. This fulfilled what was spoken by the prophet: 'They divided my garments among them, and for my clothing they cast lots.'
28After this, knowing that everything had now been finished, and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, "I am thirsty."
29A jar of sour wine was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a hyssop branch, and lifted it to Jesus' mouth.
30When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, "It is finished." Then he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
20You know my reproach, my shame, and my disgrace; all my adversaries are before you.
23They offered Him wine mixed with myrrh, but He did not take it.
48Immediately one of them ran and took a sponge, filled it with sour wine, placed it on a reed, and offered it to Him to drink.
36The soldiers also mocked Him. They approached and offered Him sour wine,
22They gave me poison for food, and for my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.
14I have become the laughingstock of all my people; their mocking song all day long.
15He has filled me with bitterness; He has made me drink wormwood.
16He has broken my teeth with gravel; He has made me cower in ashes.
19Remember my affliction and my wandering—the bitterness and the gall.
9All day long my enemies taunt me; those who ridicule me use my name as a curse.
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.
11I wept and fasted, but it brought reproach on me.
12I wore sackcloth as my clothing and became a byword to them.
36Someone ran, filled a sponge with sour wine, put it on a stick, and offered it to Him to drink, saying, 'Leave Him alone; let’s see if Elijah comes to take Him down.'
13Many bulls surround me; strong ones of Bashan encircle me.
14They open their mouths against me, like a lion ripping and roaring.
15I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
16My strength is dried up like a broken piece of pottery, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.
17Dogs surround me; a band of evildoers encircles me; they have pierced my hands and feet.
18I can count all my bones; people stare and gloat over me.
7But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by mankind and despised by the people.
21When my heart was embittered and my spirit was pierced within me,
13His archers surround me and pierce my kidneys without mercy; he pours my gall on the ground.
10They gape at me with their mouths; they strike my cheeks in scorn and together they conspire against me.
3I am sinking in deep mire where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, and the current has overwhelmed me.
5He has besieged me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.
44The robbers who were crucified with Him also heaped insults on Him in the same way.
12They repay me evil for good, leaving my soul in grief.
3My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
26Let their encampments be desolate; may no one dwell in their tents.
10They detest me and keep far from me; they do not refrain from spitting in my face.
15But when I stumbled, they rejoiced and gathered together; attackers I did not know came against me, ripping at me without ceasing.
16Like godless mockers at a feast, they gnashed their teeth at me.
42For I was hungry, and you gave me nothing to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave me nothing to drink;
25I am an object of scorn to them; when they see me, they shake their heads.
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.
22Let all their wickedness come before you; deal with them as you have dealt with me because of all my sins. My groans are many, and my heart is faint.
5They repay me evil for good, and hatred for my love.
6He has made me a byword among the peoples, and I have become one at whom they spit.
5LORD God of Hosts, how long will you be angry with your people's prayers?
15'I will scatter them among nations that neither they nor their fathers have known, and I will send the sword after them until I have finished them off.'
18He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
19All my close friends abhor me, and those I loved have turned against me.
1For the director, to the tune of 'The Doe of the Morning,' a psalm of David.