Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Being Forsaken by friends » Instances of » David
Among 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. I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.
Even mine ally, in whom I trusted, One eating my bread, made great the heel against me,
Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me, Thou hast made me an abomination to them, Shut up -- I go not forth.
Thou hast put far from me lover and friend, Mine acquaintance is the place of darkness!
Friends » False friends » David's friends were false to david
For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear it, He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him. But thou, a man -- as mine equal, My familiar friend, and mine acquaintance. When together we sweeten counsel, Into the house of God we walk in company.
Even mine ally, in whom I trusted, One eating my bread, made great the heel against me,
Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me, Thou hast made me an abomination to them, Shut up -- I go not forth.
Thou hast put far from me lover and friend, Mine acquaintance is the place of darkness!
Violent witnesses rise up, That which I have not known they ask me. They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul, And I -- in their sickness my clothing is sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth. read more.
As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down. And -- 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; With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.
As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down. And -- 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; With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.
He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant. Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart is war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they are drawn swords.