Psalms 69:11
I wear sackcloth and they ridicule me.
I wear sackcloth and they ridicule me.
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7For I suffer humiliation for your sake and am thoroughly disgraced.
8My own brothers treat me like a stranger; they act as if I were a foreigner.
9Certainly zeal for your house consumes me; I endure the insults of those who insult you.
10I weep and refrain from eating food, which causes others to insult me.
12Those who sit at the city gate gossip about me; drunkards mock me in their songs.
6He has made me a byword to people, I am the one in whose face they spit.
7My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
9Job’s Indignities“And now I have become their taunt song; I have become a byword among them.
13When they were sick, I wore sackcloth, and refrained from eating food.(If I am lying, may my prayers go unanswered!)
14I 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.
15But when I stumbled, they rejoiced and gathered together; they gathered together to ambush me. They tore at me without stopping to rest.
14I have become the laughingstock of all people, their mocking song all day long.
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and buried my horn in the dust;
16my face is reddened because of weeping, and on my eyelids there is a deep darkness,
25I am disdained by them. When they see me, they shake their heads.
10For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.
11Because of all my enemies, people disdain me; my neighbors are appalled by my suffering– those who know me are horrified by my condition; those who see me in the street run away from me.
12I am forgotten, like a dead man no one thinks about; I am regarded as worthless, like a broken jar.
19You know how I am insulted, humiliated and disgraced; you can see all my enemies.
20Their insults are painful and make me lose heart; I look for sympathy, but receive none, for comforters, but find none.
21They put bitter poison into my food, and to quench my thirst they give me vinegar to drink.
8All day long my enemies taunt me; those who mock me use my name in their curses.
9For I eat ashes as if they were bread, and mix my drink with my tears,
18With great power God grasps my clothing; he binds me like the collar of my tunic.
19He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.
3I can clothe the sky in darkness; I can cover it with sackcloth.”
6I am dazed and completely humiliated; all day long I walk around mourning.
31My harp is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.
6But I am a worm, not a man; people insult me and despise me.
7All who see me taunt me; they mock me and shake their heads.
31then you plunge me into a slimy pit and my own clothes abhor me.
28I go about blackened, but not by the sun; in the assembly I stand up and cry for help.
8For whenever I prophesy, I must cry out,“Violence and destruction are coming!” This message from the LORD has made me an object of continual insults and derision.
19And I cried out,“We are doomed! Our wound is severe! We once thought,‘This is only an illness. And we will be able to bear it!’
19May a curse attach itself to him, like a garment one puts on, or a belt one wears continually!
21Yes, my spirit was bitter, and my insides felt sharp pain.
18Even youngsters have scorned me; when I get up, they scoff at me.
19All my closest friends detest me; and those whom I love have turned against me.
14I put on righteousness and it clothed me, my just dealing was like a robe and a turban;
3I am exhausted from shouting for help; my throat is sore; my eyes grow tired of looking for my God.
11He has obstructed my paths and torn me to pieces; he has made me desolate.
3These ten times you have been reproaching me; you are not ashamed to attack me!
8A Call to Lament Wail like a young virgin clothed in sackcloth, lamenting the death of her husband-to-be.
17For I am about to stumble, and I am in constant pain.
10People have opened their mouths against me, they have struck my cheek in scorn; they unite together against me.
21ש(Sin/Shin) They have heard that I groan, yet there is no one to comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have brought it about. Bring about the day of judgment that you promised so that they may end up like me!
17I did not spend my time in the company of other people, laughing and having a good time. I stayed to myself because I felt obligated to you and because I was filled with anger at what they had done.
14I suffer all day long, and am punished every morning.”
5Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin.
8For this reason I will mourn and wail; I will walk around barefoot and without my outer garments. I will howl like a wild dog, and screech like an owl.