Psalms 35:14
My behaviour was as if it had been my friend or my brother: I was bent low in grief like one whose mother is dead.
My behaviour was as if it had been my friend or my brother: I was bent low in grief like one whose mother is dead.
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13But as for me, when they were ill I put on the clothing of sorrow: I went without food and was sad, and my prayer came back again to my heart.
15But they took pleasure in my trouble, and came together, yes, low persons came together against me without my knowledge; they never came to an end of wounding me.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
25Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?
27My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
28I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
12For it was not my hater who said evil of me; that would have been no grief to me; it was not one outside the number of my friends who made himself strong against me, or I would have kept myself from him in a secret place;
15I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
20See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
21Give ear to the voice of my grief; I have no comforter; all my haters have news of my troubles, they are glad because you have done it: let the day of fate come when they will be like me.
22Let all their evil-doing come before you; do to them as you have done to me for all my sins: for loud is the sound of my grief, and the strength of my heart is gone.
20My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
12Come to me, all you who go by! Keep your eyes on me, and see if there is any pain like the pain of my wound, which the Lord has sent on me in the day of his burning wrath.
14I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.
15What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.
10My bitter weeping, and my going without food, were turned to my shame.
11When I put on the clothing of grief, they said evil of me.
20My heart is broken by bitter words, I am full of grief; I made a search for some to have pity on me, but there was no one; I had no comforter.
19Sorrow is mine for I am wounded! my wound may not be made well; and I said, Cruel is my disease, I may not be free from it.
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
11Because of all those who are against me, I have become a word of shame to my neighbours; a cause of shaking the head and a fear to my friends: those who saw me in the street went in flight from me.
14He whose heart is shut against his friend has given up the fear of the Ruler of all.
19All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
16For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
12And till evening they gave themselves to sorrow and weeping, and took no food, weeping for Saul and for Jonathan, his son, and for the people of the Lord and for the men of Israel; because they had come to their end by the sword.
3For I was a son to my father, a gentle and an only one to my mother.
13He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.
14My relations and my near friends have given me up, and those living in my house have put me out of their minds.
9I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
2See, I have made my soul calm and quiet, like a child on its mother's breast; my soul is like a child on its mother's breast.
8Make sounds of grief like a virgin dressed in haircloth for the husband of her early years.
25I took my place as a chief, guiding them on their way, and I was as a king among his army. ...
22And he said, While the child was still living I went without food and gave myself up to weeping: for I said, Who is able to say that the Lord will not have mercy on me and give the child life?
14I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
11My lovers and my friends keep away from my disease; my relations keep far away.
20My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.
18(For I was cared for by God as by a father from my earliest days; he was my guide from the body of my mother;)
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
31And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
6If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?
13And they took their seats on the earth by his side for seven days and seven nights: but no one said a word to him, for they saw that his pain was very great.
12Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
16Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
10Sorrow is mine, my mother, because you have given birth to me, a cause of fighting and argument in all the earth! I have not made men my creditors and I am not in debt to any, but every one of them is cursing me.
2I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
1Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.