Psalms 120:5
Wo to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.
Wo to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.
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6Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
20My tent hath been spoiled, And all my cords have been broken, My sons have gone out from me, and they are not, There is none stretching out any more my tent, And raising up my curtains.
1Who doth make my head waters, And mine eye a fountain of tears? And I weep by day and by night, For the wounded of the daughter of my people.
2Who doth give me in a wilderness A lodging-place of travellers? And I leave my people, and go from them, For all of them `are' adulterers, An assembly of treacherous ones.
10Wo to me, my mother, For thou hast borne me a man of strife, And a man of contention to all the land, I have not lent on usury, Nor have they lent on usury to me -- All of them are reviling me.
1My wo `is' to me, for I have been As gatherings of summer-fruit, As gleanings of harvest, There is no cluster to eat, The first-ripe fruit desired hath my soul.
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.
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.
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.
6And I say, `Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,
7Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. Selah.
8I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.
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.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
12My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
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.
11Among all mine adversaries I have been a reproach, And to my neighbours exceedingly, And a fear to mine acquaintances, Those seeing me without -- fled from me.
4Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
20Destruction on destruction is proclaimed, For spoiled hath been all the land, Suddenly spoiled have been my tents, In a moment -- my curtains.
5How good have been thy tents, O Jacob, Thy tabernacles, O Israel;
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
5Till I do find a place for Jehovah, Tabernacles for the Mighty One of Jacob.
6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
15Sojourners of my house and my maids, For a stranger reckon me: An alien I have been in their eyes.
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
16From the skirt of the earth we heard songs, The desire of the righteous. And I say, `Leanness `is' to me, Leanness `is' to me, wo `is' to me.' Treacherous dealers dealt treacherously, Yea, treachery, treacherous dealers dealt treacherously.
16For thus said the Lord unto me: `Within a year, as years of a hireling, Consumed hath been all the honour of Kedar.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
3`Thou hast said, Wo to me, now, for Jehovah hath added sorrow to my pain, I have been wearied with my sighing, and rest I have not found.
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.
5He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
6In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
4Therefore I said, `Look ye from me, I am bitter in my weeping, Haste not to comfort me, For the destruction of the daughter of my people.'
23And he taketh up his simile, and saith: `Alas! who doth live when God doth this?
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
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.
15-- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
11Therefore my bowels for Moab as a harp do sound, And mine inward parts for Kir-Haresh.
8O Hope of Israel -- its saviour in time of trouble, Why art Thou as a sojourner in the land? And as a traveller turned aside to lodge?
12Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
12For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear `it', He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him.