Psalms 69:11
When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.
When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.
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7 Because for your sake, I have borne reproach. Shame has covered my face.
8 I have become a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my mother's children.
9 For the zeal of your house consumes me. The reproaches of those who reproach you have fallen on me.
10 When I wept and I fasted, that was to my reproach.
12 Those who sit in the gate talk about me. I am the song of the drunkards.
6 "But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
9 "Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
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.
14 I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.
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.
14 I am become a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
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.
25 I have also become a reproach to them. When they see me, they shake their head.
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.
12 I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.
19 You know my reproach, my shame, and my dishonor. My adversaries are all before you.
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.
21 They also gave me gall for my food. In my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.
8 My enemies reproach me all day. Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,
18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
3 I clothe the heavens with blackness, and I make sackcloth their covering."
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
6 But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised by the people.
7 All those who see me mock me. They insult me with their lips. They shake their heads, saying,
31 yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes shall abhor me.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
8 For as often as I speak, I cry out; I cry, Violence and destruction! because the word of Yahweh is made a reproach to me, and a derision, all the day.
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.
19 Let it be to him as the clothing with which he covers himself, for the belt that is always around him.
21 For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
18 Even young children despise me. If I arise, they speak against me.
19 All my familiar friends abhor me. They whom I loved have turned against me.
14 I put on righteousness, and it clothed me. My justice was as a robe and a diadem.
3 I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
3 You have reproached me ten times. You aren't ashamed that you attack me.
8 Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
17 For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
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.
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.
14 For all day long have I been plagued, and punished every morning.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
8 For this I will lament and wail; I will go stripped and naked; I will howl like the jackals, and moan like the daughters of owls.