Psalms 69:11
And I make my clothing sackcloth, And I am to them for a simile.
And I make my clothing sackcloth, And I am to them for a simile.
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7For because of Thee I have borne reproach, Shame hath covered my face.
8A stranger I have been to my brother, And a foreigner to sons of my mother.
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.
12Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.
6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
9And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.
13And I -- in their sickness my clothing `is' sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth.
14As `if' a friend, as `if' my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.
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;
14I have been a derision to all my people, Their song all the day.
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.
25And I -- I have been a reproach to them, They see me, they shake their head.
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.
12I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.
19Thou -- Thou hast known my reproach, And my shame, and my blushing, Before Thee `are' all mine adversaries.
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.
8All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.
9Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
18By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
3I clothe the heavens `with' blackness, And sackcloth I make their covering.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
6And I `am' a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
7All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip -- shake the head,
31Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.
28Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
8Because from the time I speak I cry out, `Violence and destruction,' I cry, For the word of Jehovah hath been to me For reproach and for derision all the day.
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
19It is to him as apparel -- he covereth himself, And for a continual girdle he girdeth it on.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
18Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak against me.
19Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.
14Righteousness I have put on, and it clotheth me, As a robe and a diadem my justice.
3I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
3These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --
8Wail, as a virgin girdeth with sackcloth, For the husband of her youth.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
10They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
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.
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.
14And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
8For this I lament and howl, I go spoiled and naked, I make a lamentation like dragons, And a mourning like daughters of an ostrich.