Psalms 35:14
I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns 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.
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13 But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth. I afflicted my soul with fasting. My prayer returned into my own bosom.
15 But in my adversity, they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together. The attackers gathered themselves together against me, and I didn't know it. They tore at me, and didn't cease.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
25 Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
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.
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.
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.
21 They 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 proclaimed, and they shall be like me.
22 Let all their wickedness come before you; Do to them, as you have done to me for all my transgressions: For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
20 My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
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.
14 I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security."
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.
10 When I wept and I fasted, that was to my reproach.
11 When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.
20 Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness. I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; for comforters, but I found none.
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.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.
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.
14 "To him who is ready to faint, kindness should be shown from his friend; even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
19 All my familiar friends abhor me. They whom I loved have turned against me.
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.
17 For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
12 They mourned, and wept, and fasted until evening, for Saul, and for Jonathan his son, and for the people of Yahweh, and for the house of Israel; because they were fallen by the sword.
3 For I was a son to my father, tender and an only child in the sight of my mother.
13 "He has put my brothers far from me. My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
14 My relatives have gone away. My familiar friends have forgotten me.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,
2 Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
8 Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
25 I chose out their way, and sat as chief. I lived as a king in the army, as one who comforts the mourners.
22 He said, "While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept; for I said, 'Who knows whether Yahweh will not be gracious to me, that the child may live?'
14 I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
21 For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
11 My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague. My kinsmen stand far away.
20 My soul still remembers them, and is bowed down within me.
18 (no, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, her have I guided from my mother's womb);
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
6 "Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
13 So 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.
12 "Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don't be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
16 Turn to me, and have mercy on me, for I am desolate and afflicted.
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.
2 I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
1 Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.