Psalms 102:9
For I have eaten ashes like bread and mixed my drink with weeping,
For I have eaten ashes like bread and mixed my drink with weeping,
All day long my enemies taunt me; those who ridicule me use my name as a curse.
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
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I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.
Surely I haue eaten asshes as bread, and mingled my drinke with weeping,
For I haue eaten asshes as it were bread, and mingled my drynke with weepyng,
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mixed my drink with tears,
Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
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,
I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,
For I eat ashes as if they were bread, and mix my drink with my tears,
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14 I was a ridicule to all my people; their song all the day.
15 He has filled me with bitterness, He has made me drunk with wormwood.
16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; He has covered me with ashes.
17 You have moved my soul far from peace; I forgot prosperity.
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned like a hearth.
4 My heart is stricken and withered like grass, so I forget to eat my bread.
5 Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones cling to my skin.
6 I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I am like an owl of the desert.
10 Because of your indignation and your wrath; for you have lifted me up and cast me down.
11 My days are like a shadow that declines, and I am withered like grass.
8 My enemies reproach me all day long; those who are mad against me are sworn against me.
19 He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is your God?
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
9 For the zeal for your house has consumed me, and the reproaches of those who reproached you have fallen on me.
10 When I wept and chastened my soul with fasting, that was to my reproach.
11 I made sackcloth my garment also, and I became a proverb to them.
15 I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and defiled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is flushed with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
20 Reproach has 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 also gave me gall for my food, 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 food to relieve the soul: see, O LORD, and consider, for I have become vile.
12 Is it nothing to you, all you that pass by? Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which is done to me, with which the LORD has afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.
13 From above he has sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them: he has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: he has made me desolate 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 within me.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws; You have brought me into the dust of death.
5 You feed them with the bread of tears and give them tears to drink in great measure.
19 Remembering my affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, yes, my soul and my body.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
7 The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful food.
3 For the enemy has persecuted my soul; he has crushed my life to the ground; he has made me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
3 I am weary of my crying; my throat is dry; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
6 Therefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have seized me.
22 Let all their wickedness come before you; and do unto them, as you have done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
17 I did not sit in the assembly of the mockers, nor rejoiced; I sat alone because of your hand: for you have filled me with indignation.
20 Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my heart is troubled; my heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaves, 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 who mourns for his mother.
16 For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
7 My eye is consumed because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies.
24 I have dug and drunk strange waters, and with the sole of my feet I have dried up all the rivers of besieged places.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
20 My friends scorn me, but my eye pours out tears to God.
31 My harp is also turned to mourning, and my flute to the voice of those who 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 tears me in his wrath, who hates me; he gnashes upon me with his teeth; my enemy sharpens his eyes upon me.
10 They gape upon me with their mouth; they strike me on the cheek reproachfully; they gather themselves together against me.