Psalms 102:9
Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
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14I have been a derision to all my people, Their song all the day.
15He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.
16And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
17And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
3For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
4Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
6I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.
10From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
8All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
3My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
9For zeal for Thy house hath consumed me, And the reproaches of Thy reproachers Have fallen upon me.
10And I weep in the fasting of my soul, And it is for a reproach to me.
11And I make my clothing sackcloth, And I am to them for a simile.
15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
16My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
20Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.
21And they give for my food gall, And for my thirst cause me to drink vinegar.
11All her people are sighing -- seeking bread, They have given their desirable things For food to refresh the body; See, O Jehovah, and behold attentively, For I have been lightly esteemed.
12`Is it' nothing to you, all ye passing by the way? Look attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to me? Whom Jehovah hath afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger.
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
14As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
5Thou hast caused them to eat bread of tears, And causest them to drink With tears a third time.
19Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
10For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
7My soul is refusing to touch! They `are' as my sickening food.
3For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
3I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
6Therefore do I loathe `it', And I have repented on dust and ashes.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
22Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many `are' my sighs, and my heart `is' sick!
17I have not sat in an assembly of deriders, Nor do I exult, because of thy hand, -- Alone I have sat, For `with' indignation Thou hast filled me.
20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
14As `if' a friend, as `if' my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.
16For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.
7Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
24I have digged, and drunk strange waters, And I dry up with the sole of my steps All floods of a bulwark.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
20My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
28Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
9His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
10They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.