Psalms 120:5
Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
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6 My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates peace.
19 Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
20 My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are no more: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
1 Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
2 Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging place of wayfaring men; that I might leave my people, and go from them! for they are all adulterers, an assembly of treacherous men.
10 Woe is me, my mother, that you have borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not lent, neither have men lent to me; [yet] everyone of them does curse me.
1 Misery is mine! Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vineyard: There is no cluster of grapes to eat. My soul desires to eat the early fig.
12 Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look, and see if there be any sorrow like my sorrow, which is brought on me, With which Yahweh has afflicted [me] in the day of his fierce anger.
13 From on high has he 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.
16 For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water; Because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.
3 For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
6 I said, "Oh that I had wings like a dove! Then I would fly away, and be at rest.
7 Behold, then I would wander far off. I would lodge in the wilderness." Selah.
8 "I would hurry to a shelter from the stormy wind and storm."
20 See, Yahweh; 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.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.
12 My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
11 Because of all my adversaries I have become utterly contemptible to my neighbors, A fear to my acquaintances. Those who saw me on the street fled from me.
4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
20 Destruction on destruction is cried; for the whole land is laid waste: suddenly are my tents destroyed, [and] my curtains in a moment.
5 How goodly are your tents, Jacob, and your tents, Israel!
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
17 For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
5 until I find out a place for Yahweh, a dwelling for the Mighty One of Jacob."
6 "But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
15 Those who dwell in my house, and my maids, count me for a stranger. I am an alien in their sight.
1 I am the man that has seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
16 From the uttermost part of the earth have we heard songs. Glory to the righteous! But I said, "I pine away! I pine away! woe is me!" The treacherous have dealt treacherously. Yes, the treacherous have dealt very treacherously.
16 For the Lord said to me, "Within a year, as a worker bound by contract would count it, all the glory of Kedar will fail,
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
3 You said, Woe is me now! for Yahweh has added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
5 He has built against me, and surrounded me with gall and travail.
6 He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
4 Therefore I said, "Look away from me. I will weep bitterly. Don't labor to comfort me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
23 He took up his parable, and said, "Alas, who shall live when God does this?
4 My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.
17 I didn't sit in the assembly of those who make merry, nor rejoiced; I sat alone because of your hand; for you have filled me with indignation.
15 What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.
7 But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
21 For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
11 Therefore my heart sounds like a harp for Moab, and my inward parts for Kir Heres.
8 You hope of Israel, its Savior in the time of trouble, why should you be as a foreigner in the land, and as a wayfaring man who turns aside to stay for a night?
12 His troops come on together, build a siege ramp against me, and encamp around my tent.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
12 For it was not an enemy who insulted me, then I could have endured it. Neither was it he who hated me who raised himself up against me, then I would have hidden myself from him.