Psalms 69:11
Also I put on sackcloth for my garment: and they iested at me.
Also I put on sackcloth for my garment: and they iested at me.
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7 For thy sake haue I suffered reprofe, shame hath couered my face:
8 I am become a straunger vnto my brethren, euen an aliaunt vnto my mothers children.
9 For the zeale of thine house hath euen eaten me: and the rebukes of them that rebuked thee, are fallen vpon me.
10 And I wept chastenyng my soule with fastyng: and that was turned to my reproofe.
12 They that sit in the gate speake agaynst me: and they that drynke strong drynke make songes vpon me.
6 He hath made me a byworde of the people, where as afore I was their ioy.
7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
9 Now am I their song, & am become their yesting stocke.
13 Neuerthelesse, when they were sicke I did put on sackcloth: I afflicted my soule with fasting, and my prayer returned into myne owne bosome.
14 I kept them company whersoeuer they went, as though they had ben my frende or brother: I went heauyly, as one that mourned for his mother.
15 But in mine aduersitie they reioysed and gathered them together: yea, the very abiectes came together against me, yer I wyst they rented me a peeces and ceassed not.
14 I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songues vpon me all the day long.
15 I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
16 My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
25 I am become also a reproche vnto them: they gase vpon me and they shake their head.
10 For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
11 I became a reprofe among al mine enemies, but especially among my neighbours: and they of mine acquaintaunce were afraide of me, and they that dyd see me without, conueyed them selues quickly fro me.
12 I became cleane forgotten as a dead man out of minde: I became like a broken vessell.
19 Thou hast knowen my reproofe, my shame, and my dishonour: myne aduersaries are all in thy syght.
20 Reproofe hath broke my heart a peeces, I am full of heauinesse: I loked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none, and for some that shoulde comfort me, but I coulde fynde none.
21 They gaue me for meate, gall to eate: and when I was thirstie, they gaue me vineger to drynke.
8 Myne enemies reuile me all the day long: and they that are in a rage against me, make their oth by me.
9 For I haue eaten asshes as it were bread, and mingled my drynke with weepyng,
18 For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
3 As for heauen I clothe it with darknesse, and put as it were a sacke vpon it.
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
31 My harpe is turned to mourning, and my organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
6 But as for me I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of men, and an outcast of the people.
7 All they that see me, laugh me to scorne: they do make a mowe, and nod their head at me.
31 Yet shalt thou dippe me in the myre, and mine owne clothes shal defile me.
28 I went mourning without heate, I stoode vp in the congregation, & communed with them.
8 For since I began to preache, I cryed out against violencie, and exclamed against oppression: for the whiche cause they cast the worde of the Lorde in my teeth, to my reproche continually.
19 Alas howe am I hurt? alas howe paynefull are my scourges vnto me? for I consider this sorowe by my selfe, and I must suffer it.
19 Let it be vnto hym as the garment that he is wrapt in: and as the gyrdle that he is alway gyrded withall.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
18 Yea, the young men despised me, and when I rose they spake euill vpon me.
19 All my most familiers abhorred me: and they whom I loued best, are turned against me.
14 And why? I put vpon me righteousnesse, which couered me as a garment, and equitie was my crowne.
3 I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
3 Lo, ten times haue ye reproched me, and are not ashamed, but haue laughed me to scorne.
8 Lament as a virgin girded with sackcloth, for the husbande of her youth.
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
10 They haue opened their mouthes wide vpon me, and smitten me vpon the cheeke dispitefully, they gather the selues together against me.
21 They heare my mournyng, but there is none that wyll comfort me: All myne enemies haue hearde of my trouble, and are glad therof because thou hast done it: and thou hast brought foorth the time which thou calledst, when they also shal be lyke vnto me.
17 I dwell not among the scorners, neither is my delight therin: but I dwell alone because of thy hande, for thou hast fylled me with bitternesse.
14 All the day long I haue ben scourged: and chastened euery mornyng.
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
8 Wherefore I wyll mourne and make lamentation, bare and naked wyl I go: I wyll mourne lyke the Dragons, and take sorowe as the Ostriches.