Psalms 69:12
Those who sit in the gate speak against me, and I was the song of the drunkards.
Those who sit in the gate speak against me, and I was the song of the drunkards.
I wore sackcloth as my clothing and became a byword to them.
They that sit in the gate speak against me; and I was the song of the drunkards.
They that sit in the gate talk of me; And [I am] the song of the drunkards.
They that satt in the gate, spake agaynst me, and the dronckardes made songes vpon me.
They that sate in the gate, spake of mee, and the drunkardes sang of me.
They that sit in the gate speake agaynst me: and they that drynke strong drynke make songes vpon me.
They that sit in the gate speak against me; and I [was] the song of the drunkards.
Those who sit in the gate talk about me. I am the song of the drunkards.
Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.
They that sit in the gate talk of me; And `I am' the song of the drunkards.
They that sit in the gate talk of me; And [I am] the song of the drunkards.
I am a cause of wonder to those in authority; a song to those who are given to strong drink.
Those who sit in the gate talk about me. I am the song of the drunkards.
Those who sit at the city gate gossip about me; drunkards mock me in their songs.
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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.
11I made sackcloth my garment also, and I became a proverb to them.
14I was a ridicule to all my people; their song all the day.
15He has filled me with bitterness, He has made me drunk with wormwood.
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.
22Let their table become a snare before them, and what should have been for their welfare, let it become a trap.
9And now I am their song, yes, I am their byword.
10They abhor me, they flee far from me, and do not hesitate to spit in my face.
6He has made me also a byword of the people; and in the past I was like a tambourine.
13But as for me, my prayer is to you, O LORD, in an acceptable time; O God, in the multitude of your mercy hear me, in the truth of your salvation.
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,
9They shall not drink wine with a song; strong drink shall be bitter to those who drink it.
7All who see me laugh me to scorn; they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,
63Observe their sitting down and rising up; I am their song.
2I sink in deep mire, where there is no footing; I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
3I am weary of my crying; my throat is dry; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
4Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; those who would destroy me, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty; then I restored what I did not take away.
7When I went out to the gate of the city, when I took my seat in the square!
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:
16With hypocritical mockers in feasts, they gnashed upon me with their teeth.
12Those who seek my life lay snares for me, and those who seek my hurt speak mischievous things and imagine deceits all day long.
13Have mercy upon me, O LORD; consider my trouble which I suffer from those who hate me, you who lift me up from the gates of death:
10For my enemies speak against me; and those who lie in wait for my soul take counsel together,
29But I am poor and sorrowful; let your salvation, O God, set me up on high.
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.
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.
13For I have heard the slander of many: fear was on every side: while they took counsel together against me, they devised to take my life.
10They gape upon me with their mouth; they strike me on the cheek reproachfully; they gather themselves together against me.
11God has delivered me to the ungodly and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
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.
7All who hate me whisper together against me; they devise my harm against me.
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.
25I also have become a reproach to them; when they look upon me, they shake their heads.
28I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
19But I was like a gentle lamb or an ox that is brought to the slaughter; and I did not know that they had devised plots against me, saying, Let us destroy the tree with its fruit, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be remembered no more.
3Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked; for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me.
16For I said, 'Hear me, lest otherwise they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me.'
17For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
5Awake, you drunkards, and weep; and howl, all you drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
6I am troubled; I am greatly bowed down; I go mourning all the day long.
6Give strong drink to him who is perishing, and wine to those of heavy hearts.
53They cut off my life in the pit and threw a stone upon me.
10For I heard the defaming of many, fear on every side. Report, they say, and we will report it. All my familiar friends watched for my faltering, saying, Perhaps he will be enticed, and we shall prevail against him, and we shall take our revenge on him.
5On the day of our king the princes have made him sick with bottles of wine; he reaches out his hand with scorners.