Psalms 109:18,29 - Compare All Versions

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He wore cursing as his garment; it entered into his body like water, into his bones like oil.

May my accusers be clothed with disgrace and wrapped in shame as in a cloak.

He clothed himself with cursing as his coat; may it soak into his body like water, like oil into his bones!

May my accusers be clothed with dishonor; may they be wrapped in their own shame as in a cloak!

Cursing is as natural to him as his clothing, or the water he drinks, or the rich food he eats.

May my accusers be clothed with disgrace; may their humiliation cover them like a cloak.

He wore cursing like his coat — let it enter his body like water and go into his bones like oil.

My accusers will be clothed with disgrace; they will wear their shame like a cloak.

As he clothed himself with cursing like as with his garment, So let it come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.

Let mine adversaries be clothed with shame, And let them cover themselves with their own confusion, as with a mantle.

As he clothed himself with cursing as with his garment, So let it enter his body like water, And like oil into his bones.

Let my accusers be clothed with shame, And let them cover themselves with their own disgrace as with a mantle.

Send the Evil One to accuse my accusing judge; dispatch Satan to prosecute him. When he’s judged, let the verdict be “Guilty,” and when he prays, let his prayer turn to sin. Give him a short life, and give his job to somebody else. Make orphans of his children, dress his wife in widow’s black; Turn his children into begging street urchins, evicted from their homes—homeless. May the bank foreclose and wipe him out, and strangers, like vultures, pick him clean. May there be no one around to help him out, no one willing to give his orphans a break. Chop down his family tree so that nobody even remembers his name. But erect a memorial to the sin of his father, and make sure his mother’s name is there, too— Their sins recorded forever before GOD, but they themselves sunk in oblivion. That’s all he deserves since he was never once kind, hounded the afflicted and heartbroken to their graves. Since he loved cursing so much, let curses rain down; Since he had no taste for blessing, let blessings flee far from him. He dressed up in curses like a fine suit of clothes; he drank curses, took his baths in curses. So give him a gift—a costume of curses; he can wear curses every day of the week! That’s what they’ll get, those out to get me— an avalanche of just deserts from GOD.

Help me, oh help me, GOD, my God, save me through your wonderful love; Then they’ll know that your hand is in this, that you, GOD, have been at work. Let them curse all they want; you do the blessing. Let them be jeered by the crowd when they stand up, followed by cheers for me, your servant. Dress my accusers in clothes dirty with shame, discarded and humiliating old ragbag clothes.

But he clothed himself with cursing as with his garment, And it entered his body like water, And like oil into his bones.

May my accusers be clothed with dishonor, And may they cover themselves with their own shame as with a robe.

He clothed himself with cursing as with his garment, And it seeped into his inner self like water And like [anointing] oil into his bones.

Let my attackers be clothed with dishonor, And let them cover themselves with their own shame as with a robe.

He made cursing a way of life, so curses poured into his stomach like water and seeped into his bones like oil.

My accusers will be covered with shame, and draped in humiliation as if it were a robe.