Psalm 102:8

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

My bitter en'mies all the day reproaches cast on me; And, being mad at me, with rage against me sworn they be.

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Wherewith thy raging enemies reproach'd, O Lord, think on; Wherewith they have reproach'd the steps of thine anointed one.

Reproach hath broke my heart; I'm full of grief: I look'd for one To pity me, but none I found; comforters found I none.

Because of th' en'my's voice, and for lewd men's oppression great: On me they cast iniquity, and they in wrath me hate.

Why rage the heathen? and vain things why do the people mind?

Those that to me are enemies, of me do evil say, When shall he die, that so his name may perish quite away?

The days of old to mind I call'd, and oft did think upon The times and ages that are past full many years agone.