Psalms 69:11
I put on a sacke also: and I became a prouerbe vnto them.
I put on a sacke also: and I became a prouerbe vnto them.
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7For thy sake haue I suffred reproofe: shame hath couered my face.
8I am become a stranger vnto my brethren, euen an aliant vnto my mothers sonnes.
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.
12They that sate in the gate, spake of mee, and the drunkardes sang of me.
6Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
9And now am I their song, and I am their talke.
13Yet I, when they were sicke, I was clothed with a sacke: I humbled my soule with fasting: and my praier was turned vpon my bosome.
14I behaued my selfe as to my friend, or as to my brother: I humbled my selfe, mourning as one that bewaileth his mother.
15But in mine aduersitie they reioyced, and gathered them selues together: the abiects assembled themselues against me, and knewe not: they tare me and ceased not,
14I was a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
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,
25I became also a rebuke vnto them: they that looked vpon me, shaked their heads.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
11I was a reproch among all mine enemies, but specially among my neighbours: and a feare to mine acquaintance, who seeing me in the streete, fled from me.
12I am forgotten, as a dead man out of minde: I am like a broken vessell.
19Thou hast knowen my reproofe and my shame, and my dishonour: all mine aduersaries are before thee.
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.
8Mine enemies reuile me dayly, and they that rage against me, haue sworne against me.
9Surely I haue eaten asshes as bread, and mingled my drinke with weeping,
18For the great vehemencie is my garment changed, which compasseth me about as the colar of my coate.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
3I clothe the heauens with darkenesse, and make a sacke their couering.
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
31Therefore mine harpe is turned to mourning, and mine organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
6But I am a worme, and not a man: a shame of men, and the contempt of the people.
7All they that see me, haue me in derision: they make a mowe and nod the head, saying,
31Yet shalt thou plunge mee in the pit, and mine owne clothes shal make me filthie.
28I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
8For since I spake, I cryed out of wrong, and proclaimed desolation: therefore the word of the Lorde was made a reproche vnto me, and in derision daily.
19Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.
19Let it be vnto him as a garment to couer him, and for a girdle, wherewith he shalbe alway girded.
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
18The wicked also despised mee, and when I rose, they spake against me.
19All my secret friends abhorred me, & they whome I loued, are turned against me.
14I put on iustice, and it couered me: my iudgement was as a robe, and a crowne.
3I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
3Ye haue now ten times reproched me, and are not ashamed: ye are impudent toward mee.
8Mourne like a virgine girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
10They haue opened their mouthes vpon me, and smitten me on the cheeke in reproch; they gather themselues together against me.
21They haue heard that I mourne, but there is none to comfort mee: all mine enemies haue heard of my trouble, and are glad, that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day, that thou hast pronounced, and they shalbe like vnto me.
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.
14For dayly haue I bene punished, and chastened euery morning.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
8Therefore I will mourne and howle: I wil goe without clothes, and naked: I will make lamentation like the dragons, and mourning as the ostriches.