Psalms 102:9
Surely I haue eaten asshes as bread, and mingled my drinke with weeping,
Surely I haue eaten asshes as bread, and mingled my drinke with weeping,
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14I was a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
15He hath filled me with bitternes, & made me drunken with wormewood.
16He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
17Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
3For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
4Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
6I am like a pelicane of the wildernesse: I am like an owle of the deserts.
10Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast heaued me vp, and cast me downe.
11My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.
8Mine enemies reuile me dayly, and they that rage against me, haue sworne against me.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
3My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
24For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
9For the zeale of thine house hath eaten mee, and the rebukes of them that rebuked thee, are fallen vpon me.
10I wept and my soule fasted, but that was to my reproofe.
11I put on a sacke also: and I became a prouerbe vnto them.
15I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
20Rebuke hath broken mine heart, and I am full of heauinesse, and I looked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none: and for comforters, but I found none.
21For they gaue me gall in my meate, and in my thirst they gaue me vineger to drinke.
11All her people sigh and seeke their bread: they haue giuen their pleasant thinges for meate to refresh the soule: see, O Lorde, and consider: for I am become vile.
12Haue ye no regarde, all yee that passe by this way? behold, and see, if there be any sorowe like vnto my sorowe, which is done vnto mee, wherewith the Lord hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce wrath.
13From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
14I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
15My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
5Thou hast fedde them with the bread of teares, and giuen them teares to drinke with great measure.
19Remembring mine affliction, & my mourning, the wormewood and the gall.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
7Such things as my soule refused to touch, as were sorowes, are my meate.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
3I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
6Therefore I abhorre my selfe, and repent in dust and ashes.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
22Let al their wickednes come before thee: do vnto them, as thou hast done vnto me, for all my transgressions: for my sighes are many, & mine heart is heauy.
17I sate not in the assembly of the mockers, neither did I reioyce, but sate alone because of thy plague: for thou hast filled me with indignation.
20Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
14I behaued my selfe as to my friend, or as to my brother: I humbled my selfe, mourning as one that bewaileth his mother.
16For these things I weepe: mine eye, euen mine eye casteth out water, because the comforter that should refresh my soule, is farre from me: my children are desolate, because the enemie preuailed.
7Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.
24I haue digged, and drunke the waters of others, and with the plant of my feete haue I dried all the floods closed in.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
20My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.
31Therefore mine harpe is turned to mourning, and mine organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
19Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.
28I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
9His wrath hath torne me, and hee hateth me, and gnasheth vpon mee with his teeth: mine enemie hath sharpened his eyes against me.
10They haue opened their mouthes vpon me, and smitten me on the cheeke in reproch; they gather themselues together against me.