Psalms 35:14
As `if' a friend, as `if' my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.
As `if' a friend, as `if' my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.
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13And I -- in their sickness my clothing `is' sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth.
15And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
25Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
27My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
28Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
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.
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.
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.
21They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done `it', Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.
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!
20My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
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.
14As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.
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.
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.
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.
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
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.
14To a despiser of his friends `is' shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.
19Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.
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.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
12and they mourn, and weep, and fast till the evening, for Saul, and for Jonathan his son, and for the people of Jehovah, and for the house of Israel, because they have fallen by the sword.
3For, a son I have been to my father -- tender, And an only one before my mother.
13My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.
14Ceased have my neighbours And my familiar friends have forgotten me,
9Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
2Have I not compared, and kept silent my soul, As a weaned one by its mother? As a weaned one by me `is' my soul.
8Wail, as a virgin girdeth with sackcloth, For the husband of her youth.
25I choose their way, and sit head, And I dwell as a king in a troop, When mourners he doth comfort.
22And he saith, `While the lad is alive I have fasted, and weep, for I said, Who knoweth? -- Jehovah doth pity me, and the lad hath lived;
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.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
11My lovers and my friends over-against my plague stand. And my neighbours afar off have stood.
20Remember well, and bow down doth my soul in me.
18(But from my youth He grew up with me as `with' a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
6If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
13And they sit with him on the earth seven days and seven nights, and there is none speaking unto him a word when they have seen that the pain hath been very great.
12Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And `to' my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I `am' with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.
16Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.
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.
2I was dumb `with' silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
1Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,