Our soul is fill'd with scorn of those that at their ease abide, And with the insolent contempt of those that swell in pride.
Psalm 69:20 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter) 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. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: And I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Insults and reproach have broken my heart; I am full of heaviness and I am distressingly sick. I looked for pity, but there was none, and for comforters, but I found none. American Standard Version (1901) Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: And I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none. Common English Bible Insults have broken my heart. I’m sick about it. I hoped for sympathy, but there wasn’t any; I hoped for comforters, but couldn’t find any. |
Our soul is fill'd with scorn of those that at their ease abide, And with the insolent contempt of those that swell in pride.
I look'd on my right hand, and view'd, but none to know me were; All refuge failed me, no man did for my soul take care.
'Tis as a sword within my bones, when my foes me upbraid; Ev'n when by them, Where is thy God? 'tis daily to me said.
My God, my soul's cast down in me; thee therefore mind I will From Jordan's land, the Hermonites, and ev'n from Mizar hill.