Psalms 69:11
I made sackcloth my garment also, and I became a proverb to them.
I made sackcloth my garment also, and I became a proverb to them.
I wept and fasted, but it brought reproach on me.
I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.
When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword unto them.
I made{H8799)} sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.
I put on a sackecloth, and therfore they iested vpon me.
I put on a sacke also: and I became a prouerbe vnto them.
Also I put on sackcloth for my garment: and they iested at me.
I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.
When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.
And I make my clothing sackcloth, And I am to them for a simile.
When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword unto them.
When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword unto them.
When I put on the clothing of grief, they said evil of me.
When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.
I wear sackcloth and they ridicule me.
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7Because for your sake I have borne reproach; shame has covered my face.
8I have become a stranger to my brethren, and an alien to my mother's children.
9For the zeal for your house has consumed me, and the reproaches of those who reproached you have fallen on me.
10When I wept and chastened my soul with fasting, that was to my reproach.
12Those who sit in the gate speak against me, and I was the song of the drunkards.
6He has made me also a byword of the people; and in the past I was like a tambourine.
7My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
9And now I am their song, yes, I am their byword.
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.
14I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother; I bowed down heavily, as one who mourns for his mother.
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:
14I was a ridicule to all my people; their song all the day.
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;
25I also have become a reproach to them; when they look upon me, they shake their heads.
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.
12I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
19You have known my reproach, and my shame, and my dishonor; my adversaries are all before you.
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.
21They also gave me gall for my food, and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
8My enemies reproach me all day long; those who are mad against me are sworn against me.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread and mixed my drink with weeping,
18By the great force of my disease my garment is changed: it binds me about like the collar of my coat.
19He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
3I clothe the heavens with blackness, and I make sackcloth their covering.
6I am troubled; I am greatly bowed down; I go mourning all the day long.
31My harp is also turned to mourning, and my flute to the voice of those who weep.
6But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised by the people.
7All who see me laugh me to scorn; they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,
31Yet You will plunge me into the pit, and my own clothes will abhor me.
28I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
8For since I spoke, I cried out, I cried violence and spoil; because the word of the LORD was made a reproach to me, and a derision, daily.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
19Let it be to him as the garment that covers him, and as a belt with which he is girded continually.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pierced in my mind.
18Yes, young children despised me; I arose, and they spoke against me.
19All my close friends abhorred me; and those whom I loved have turned against me.
14I put on righteousness, and it clothed me; my justice was like a robe and a crown.
3I am weary of my crying; my throat is dry; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
3These ten times you have reproached me; you are not ashamed that you make yourselves strange to me.
8Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
17For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
10They gape upon me with their mouth; they strike me on the cheek reproachfully; they gather themselves together against me.
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.
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.
14For all day long I have been plagued, and chastened every morning.
5Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones cling to my skin.
8Therefore I will wail and howl, I will go stripped and naked: I will make a wailing like the jackals, and mourning as the ostriches.