Psalms 38:17

They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.

I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

Behold, at that time I will deal with all those who afflict you, and I will save those who are lame, and gather those who were driven away. I will give them praise and honor, whose shame has been in all the earth.

I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail looking for my God.

Behold, I will bring them from the north country, and gather them from the uttermost parts of the earth, along with the blind and the lame, the woman with child and her who travails with child together. They will return as a great company.

But in my adversity, they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together. The attackers gathered themselves together against me, and I didn’t know it. They tore at me, and didn’t cease.

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”

I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

Yahweh builds up Jerusalem. He gathers together the outcasts of Israel.

so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.

When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me. My couch will ease my complaint;’

lest they tear apart my soul like a lion, ripping it in pieces, while there is no one to deliver.

I am in pain and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.

Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.

For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Yahweh upholds all who fall, and raises up all those who are bowed down.

Don’t rejoice when your enemy falls. Don’t let your heart be glad when he is overthrown,

The lofty looks of man will be brought low, the arrogance of men will be bowed down, and Yahweh alone will be exalted in that day.

“For a small moment I have forsaken you, but I will gather you with great mercies.

The Lord Yahweh, who gathers the outcasts of Israel, says, “I will yet gather others to him, in addition to his own who are gathered.”

“They have heard that I sigh. There is no one to comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my trouble. They are glad that you have done it. You will bring the day that you have proclaimed, and they will be like me.

The sun rose on him as he passed over Peniel, and he limped because of his thigh.

He was very thirsty, and called on Yahweh and said, “You have given this great deliverance by the hand of your servant; and now shall I die of thirst, and fall into the hands of the uncircumcised?”

They gathered together to Mizpah, and drew water, and poured it out before Yahweh, and fasted on that day, and said there, “We have sinned against Yahweh.” Samuel judged the children of Israel in Mizpah.

Saul was even more afraid of David; and Saul was David’s enemy continually.

For if a man finds his enemy, will he let him go away unharmed? Therefore may Yahweh reward you good for that which you have done to me today.

He went up from there to Bethel. As he was going up by the way, some youths came out of the city and mocked him, and said to him, “Go up, you baldy! Go up, you baldy!”

“Remember now, Yahweh, I beg you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight.” And Hezekiah wept bitterly.

The king said to me, “Why is your face sad, since you are not sick? This is nothing else but sorrow of heart.” Then I was very much afraid.

Esther said, “An adversary and an enemy, even this wicked Haman!” Then Haman was afraid before the king and the queen.

When I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.

“My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of my affliction.

My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,

“Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

From the lips of babes and infants you have established strength, because of your adversaries, that you might silence the enemy and the avenger.

The enemy is overtaken by endless ruin. The very memory of the cities which you have overthrown has perished.

to judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that man who is of the earth may terrify no more.

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart every day? How long shall my enemy triumph over me?

from the wicked who oppress me, my deadly enemies, who surround me.

For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.

Let the lying lips be mute, which speak against the righteous insolently, with pride and contempt.

Don’t let those who are my enemies wrongfully rejoice over me; neither let those who hate me without a cause wink their eyes.

“Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don’t be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.

“An evil disease”, they say, “has afflicted him. Now that he lies he shall rise up no more.”

These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.

Attend to me, and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and moan

How long, God, shall the adversary reproach? Shall the enemy blaspheme your name forever?

Remember this, that the enemy has mocked you, Yahweh. Foolish people have blasphemed your name.

You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can’t speak.

My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.

You have exalted the right hand of his adversaries. You have made all of his enemies rejoice.

By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.

The cords of death surrounded me, the pains of Sheol got a hold of me. I found trouble and sorrow.

Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs it down, but a kind word makes it glad.

A glad heart makes a cheerful face, but an aching heart breaks the spirit.

All his days he also eats in darkness, he is frustrated, and has sickness and wrath.

By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.

But I was like a gentle lamb that is led to the slaughter. I didn’t know that they had devised plans against me, saying, “Let’s destroy the tree with its fruit, and let’s cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be no more remembered.”

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? Will you indeed be to me as a deceitful brook, like waters that fail?

For I have heard the defaming of many, “Terror on every side! Denounce, and we will denounce him!” say all my familiar friends, those who watch for my fall. “Perhaps he will be persuaded, and we will prevail against him, and we will take our revenge on him.”

“Hear Yahweh’s word, you nations, and declare it in the distant islands. Say, ‘He who scattered Israel will gather him, and keep him, as a shepherd does his flock.’

‘You said, “Woe is me now! For Yahweh has added sorrow to my pain! I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.” ’

She weeps bitterly in the night. Her tears are on her cheeks. Among all her lovers she has no one to comfort her. All her friends have dealt treacherously with her. They have become her enemies.

Her adversaries have become the head. Her enemies prosper; for Yahweh has afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions. Her young children have gone into captivity before the adversary.

Her filthiness was in her skirts. She didn’t remember her latter end. Therefore she has come down astoundingly. She has no comforter. “See, Yahweh, my affliction; for the enemy has magnified himself.”

“For these things I weep. My eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me. My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.”

So I was left alone, and saw this great vision. No strength remained in me; for my face grew deathly pale, and I retained no strength.

“In that day,” says Yahweh, “I will assemble that which is lame, and I will gather that which is driven away, and that which I have afflicted;

“I will strengthen the house of Judah, and I will save the house of Joseph, and I will bring them back; for I have mercy on them; and they will be as though I had not cast them off: for I am Yahweh their God, and I will hear them.

Then he said to them, “My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even to death. Stay here, and watch with me.”

The robbers also who were crucified with him cast on him the same reproach.

Some began to spit on him, and to cover his face, and to beat him with fists, and to tell him, “Prophesy!” The officers struck him with the palms of their hands.

Standing behind at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears, and she wiped them with the hair of her head, kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.

When I was with you in the temple daily, you didn’t stretch out your hands against me. But this is your hour, and the power of darkness.”

The people stood watching. The rulers with them also scoffed at him, saying, “He saved others. Let him save himself, if this is the Christ of God, his chosen one!”

But because I have told you these things, sorrow has filled your heart.

But the unpersuaded Jews took along some wicked men from the marketplace, and gathering a crowd, set the city in an uproar. Assaulting the house of Jason, they sought to bring them out to the people.

What a wretched man I am! Who will deliver me out of the body of this death?

that I have great sorrow and unceasing pain in my heart.

By reason of the exceeding greatness of the revelations, that I should not be exalted excessively, a thorn in the flesh was given to me: a messenger of Satan to torment me, that I should not be exalted excessively.

For indeed he was sick, nearly to death, but God had mercy on him, and not on him only, but on me also, that I might not have sorrow on sorrow.

Behold, there was a woman who had a spirit of infirmity eighteen years. She was bent over, and could in no way straighten herself up.