As with a deadly wound in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”
My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”
Between the vestibule and the altar let the priests, the ministers of the Lord, weep and say, “Spare your people, O Lord, and make not your heritage a reproach, a byword among the nations. Why should they say among the peoples, ‘Where is their God?’”
(and a sword will pierce through your own soul also), so that thoughts from many hearts may be revealed.”
Then my enemy will see, and shame will cover her who said to me, “Where is the Lord your God?” My eyes will look upon her; now she will be trampled down like the mire of the streets.
There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
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