Psalms 69:12
Those who sit in the gate talk about me. I am the song of the drunkards.
Those who sit in the gate talk about me. I am the song of the drunkards.
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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.
11 When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.
14 I am become a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
15 He has filled me with bitterness, he has sated me with wormwood.
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.
22 Let their table before them become a snare. May it become a retribution and a trap.
9 "Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don't hesitate to spit in my face.
6 "But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
13 But as for me, my prayer is to you, Yahweh, in an acceptable time. God, in the abundance of your loving kindness, answer me in the truth of your salvation.
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,
9 They will not drink wine with a song. Strong drink will be bitter to those who drink it.
7 All those who see me mock me. They insult me with their lips. They shake their heads, saying,
63 You see their sitting down, and their rising up; I am their song.
2 I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
3 I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
4 Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head. Those who want to cut me off, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty. I have to restore what I didn't take away.
7 when I went forth to the city gate, when I prepared my seat in the street.
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.
16 Like the profane mockers in feasts, they gnashed their teeth at me.
12 They also who seek after my life lay snares. Those who seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and meditate deceits all day long.
13 Have mercy on me, Yahweh. See my affliction by those who hate me, and lift me up from the gates of death;
10 For my enemies talk about me. Those who watch for my soul conspire together,
29 But I am in pain and distress. Let your salvation, God, protect 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.
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.
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.
13 For I have heard the slander of many, terror on every side, while they conspire together against me, they plot to take away my life.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
11 God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
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.
7 All who hate me whisper together against me. They imagine the worst for me.
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.
25 I have also become a reproach to them. When they see me, they shake their head.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
19 But I was like a gentle lamb that is led to the slaughter; and I didn't know that they had devised devices 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 no more remembered.
3 Because of the voice of the enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked. For they bring suffering on me. In anger they hold a grudge against me.
16 For I said, "Don't let them gloat over me, or exalt themselves over me when my foot slips."
17 For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
5 Wake up, you drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
6 Give strong drink to him who is ready to perish; and wine to the bitter in soul:
53 They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and have cast a stone on me.
10 For I have heard the defaming of many, terror on every side. Denounce, and we will denounce him, [say] all my familiar friends, those who watch for my fall; perhaps he will be persuaded, and we shall prevail against him, and we shall take our revenge on him.
5 On the day of our king, the princes made themselves sick with the heat of wine. He joined his hand with mockers.