Psalms 35:14
I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother; I bowed down heavily, as one who mourns for his mother.
I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother; I bowed down heavily, as one who mourns for his mother.
I behaved as if they were my friend or brother; I mourned as one mourning for a mother, bowed down in sorrow.
I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.
I behaued myself as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I wete heuely, as one yt mourneth for his mother.
I behaued my selfe as to my friend, or as to my brother: I humbled my selfe, mourning as one that bewaileth his mother.
I kept them company whersoeuer they went, as though they had ben my frende or brother: I went heauyly, as one that mourned for his mother.
I behaved myself as though [he had been] my friend [or] brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth [for his] mother.
I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.
As `if' a friend, as `if' my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.
I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother: I bowed down mourning, as one that bewaileth his mother.
I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother: I bowed down mourning, as one that bewaileth his mother.
My behaviour was as if it had been my friend or my brother: I was bent low in grief like one whose mother is dead.
I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.
I mourned for them as I would for a friend or my brother. I bowed down in sorrow as if I were mourning for my mother.
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13But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth; I humbled my soul with fasting, and my prayer returned to my own bosom.
15But in my adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together; yes, the abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not; they tore me, and did not cease:
6I am troubled; I am greatly bowed down; I go mourning all the day long.
25Did I not weep for those in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
27My insides boiled and did not rest: the days of affliction confronted me.
28I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
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,
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;
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.
21They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it: you will bring the day that you have promised, and they shall be like me.
22Let 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.
20My friends scorn me, but my eye pours out tears to God.
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.
14Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I mourned as a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
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.
10When I wept and chastened my soul with fasting, that was to my reproach.
11I made sackcloth my garment also, and I became a proverb to them.
20Reproach 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.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
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.
14To him who is afflicted, pity should be shown by his friend; yet he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
19All my close friends abhorred me; and those whom I loved have turned against me.
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.
17For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
12And they mourned, and wept, and fasted until evening, for Saul, and for Jonathan his son, and for the people of the LORD, and for the house of Israel; because they had fallen by the sword.
3For I was my father's son, tender and dearly loved in the sight of my mother.
13He has put my brothers far from me, and my acquaintances are truly estranged from me.
14My relatives have failed, and my close friends have forgotten me.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread and mixed my drink with weeping,
2Surely I have calmed and quieted myself, like a child weaned from his mother: my soul is like a weaned child.
8Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
25I chose their path and sat as their chief, and lived as a king among his troops, as one who comforts the mourners.
22He said, While the child was alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell if God will be gracious to me, that the child may live?
14I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pierced in my mind.
11My loved ones and friends stand aloof from my affliction, and my relatives stand far off.
20My soul still remembers them and is humbled within me.
18(For from my youth he was raised with me as with a father, and I have guided her from my mother's womb;)
7My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
31My harp is also turned to mourning, and my flute to the voice of those who weep.
6Though I speak, my grief is not eased; and though I forbear, what am I relieved?
13So they sat down with him on the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spoke a word to him: for they saw that his grief was very great.
12Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; do not be silent at my tears: for I am a stranger with you, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
16Turn to me and have mercy on me, for I am desolate and afflicted.
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.
2I was silent and still, I held my peace even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
1Oh, that you were like my brother, who nursed at my mother's breasts! When I find you outside, I would kiss you, and I would not be despised.