Psalms 102:9
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
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14 I was a derision to all my people; and their song all the day.
15 He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
17 And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
4 My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
6 I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert.
10 Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.
11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
8 Mine enemies reproach me all the day; and they that are mad against me are sworn against me.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
9 For the zeal of thine house hath eaten me up; and the reproaches of them that reproached thee are fallen upon me.
10 When I wept, and chastened my soul with fasting, that was to my reproach.
11 I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
20 Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
21 They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
11 All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their pleasant things for meat to relieve the soul: see, O LORD, and consider; for I am become vile.
12 Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the LORD hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.
13 From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desote and faint all the day.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
5 Thou feedest them with the bread of tears; and givest them tears to drink in great measure.
19 Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
7 The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
3 I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
6 Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
22 Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
17 I sat not in the assembly of the mockers, nor rejoiced; I sat alone because of thy hand: for thou hast filled me with indignation.
20 Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
14 I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.
16 For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desote, because the enemy prevailed.
7 Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
24 I have digged and drunk strange waters, and with the sole of my feet have I dried up all the rivers of besieged places.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desote.
20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
9 He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.