Psalms 120:5
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, and live among the tents of Kedar.
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
Wo is me yt my banishmet endureth sologe: I dwell in the tabernacles of the soroufull.
Woe is to me that I remaine in Meschech, and dwell in the tentes of Kedar.
Wo be vnto me that am constrayned to be conuersaunt in Mesech: and to dwell among the tentes of Cedar.
¶ Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, [that] I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
Wo to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.
Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
How miserable I am! For I have lived temporarily in Meshech; I have resided among the tents of Kedar.
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6My soul has long dwelt with him who hates peace.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
20My tent is ruined, and all my cords are broken: my children have gone from me, and they are no more: there is no one to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
1Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
2Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging place for travelers; that I might leave my people and go from them! for they are all adulterers, an assembly of treacherous men.
10Woe is me, my mother, that you have borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on interest, nor men have lent to me on interest; yet every one of them curses me.
1Woe is me! For I am like when they have gathered the summer fruits, like the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat; my soul desired the first ripe fruit.
12Is 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.
13From 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.
16For 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.
3For 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.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
6And I said, Oh, that I had wings like a dove! For then I would fly away and be at rest.
7Indeed, I would wander far off, and remain in the wilderness. Selah.
8I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.
20Behold, 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.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
12My lifespan is gone, taken from me like a shepherd's tent: I have cut off my life like a weaver; He cuts me off with pining sickness: from day to night You make an end of me.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
11I was a reproach among all my enemies, but especially among my neighbors, and a fear to my acquaintances: those who saw me outside fled from me.
4Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
20Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is ruined: suddenly my tents are ruined, and my curtains in a moment.
5How lovely are your tents, O Jacob, and your tabernacles, O Israel!
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
17For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
5Until I find a place for the LORD, a dwelling for the Mighty One of Jacob.
6He has made me also a byword of the people; and in the past I was like a tambourine.
6I am troubled; I am greatly bowed down; I go mourning all the day long.
15Those who dwell in my house and my maids count me as a stranger; I am an alien in their sight.
1I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of His wrath.
16From the uttermost part of the earth we have heard songs, even glory to the righteous. But I said, 'My leanness, my leanness, woe unto me! The treacherous dealers have dealt treacherously; indeed, the treacherous dealers have dealt very treacherously.'
16For the Lord has said to me, Within a year, according to the years of a hired worker, all the glory of Kedar will fail:
5Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones cling to my skin.
3You said, Woe is me now! for the LORD has added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.
15I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and defiled my horn in the dust.
16My face is flushed with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
5He has built against me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.
6He has set me in dark places, like those long dead.
4Therefore I said, Look away from me; I will weep bitterly, do not labor to comfort me, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.
23And he took up his parable, and said, Alas, who shall live when God does this!
4My heart is in anguish within me, and the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
17I 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.
15What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
7But now he has made me weary; you have made desolate all my company.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pierced in my mind.
11Therefore my heart shall sound like a harp for Moab, and my inward parts for Kirharesh.
8O Hope of Israel, its Savior in time of trouble, why should You be as a stranger in the land, and as a traveler who turns aside to stay for a night?
12His troops come together and raise up their way against me, and encamp around my tent.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and becomes loathsome.
12For it was not an enemy that reproached me; then I could have borne it. Neither was it one who hated me that exalted himself against me; then I would have hidden from him,