Psalms 69:11
I put on a sackecloth, and therfore they iested vpon me.
I put on a sackecloth, and therfore they iested vpon me.
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7And why? for thy sake do I suffre reprofe, shame couereth my face.
8I am become a straunger vnto my brethren, and an aleaunt vnto my mothers children.
9For the zele of thine house hath euen eaten me, and the rebukes of them that rebuked the, is fallen vpon me.
10I wepte and chastened my self wt fastinge, and that was turned to my reprofe.
12They that satt in the gate, spake agaynst me, and the dronckardes made songes vpon me.
6He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.
7My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
9Now am I their songe, & am become their iestinge stocke.
13Neuertheles, when they were sick, I put on a sack cloth: I humbled my soule with fastinge, and my prayer turned in to myne owne bosome.
14I behaued myself as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I wete heuely, as one yt mourneth for his mother.
15But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
14I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songes vpon me all ye daye loge.
15I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
16My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
25Helpe me o LORDE my God, oh saue me for thy mercies sake.
10Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
11My life is waxen olde with heuynesse, and my yeares wt mournynge.
12My stregth fayleth me because of my aduersite, and my bones are corrupte.
19Drawe nye vnto my soule, and saue it: Oh delyuer me because of myne enemies.
20Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
21The 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.
8Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me.
9I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.
18With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.
19I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
3As for heauen, I clooth it with darcknesse, and put a sack vpon it.
6I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
31my harpe is turned to sorow, & my pipe to wepinge.
6But as for me, I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of me and the outcast of the people.
7All they yt se me, laugh me to scorne: they shute out their lippes, and shake their heades.
31yet shuldest thou dyppe me in ye myre, & myne owne clothes shulde defyle me.
28Mekely & lowly came I in, yee & without eny displeasure: I stode vp in ye cogregacion, & commoned with the
8because I haue now preached longe agaynst malicious Tyranny, and shewed them off destruccion. For ye which cause they cast the worde off the LORDE in my teth, and take me euer to the worst.
19Alas, how am I hurte? Alas, how panefull are my scourges vnto me? For I cosidre this sorow by my self, & I must suffre it,
19Let it thus happen from the LORDE vnto myne enemies, and to those that speake euell agaynst my soule.
21Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
18Yee the very deserte fooles despyse me, and when I am gone from them, they speake euell vpon me.
19All soch as were my most familiers, abhorre me: and they whom I loued best, are turned agaynst me.
14And why? I put vpon me rightuousnes, which couered me as a garmet, & equite was my crowne.
3I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
3Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
8Make yi mone as a virgin doth, yt gyrdeth her selfe with sacke, because of hir bryde grome.
17I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
10They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
21They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.
17I dwell not amonge the scorners, nether is my delyte therin: but I dwell only in the feare of thy honde, for thou hast fylled me with bytternes.
14Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?
5For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
8Wherfore I wil mourne & make lamentacion, bare & naked will I go: I must mourne like ye dragos, & take sorow as ye Estriches: