¹⁰ As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?

³ My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

¹⁷ Let the priests, the ministers of the LORD, weep between the porch and the altar, and let them say, Spare thy people, O LORD, and give not thine heritage to reproach, that the heathen should rule over them: wherefore should they say among the people, Where is their God?

¹⁸ There is that speaketh like the piercings of a sword: but the tongue of the wise is health.

¹⁰ Then she that is mine enemy shall see it, and shame shall cover her which said unto me, Where is the LORD thy God? mine eyes shall behold her: now shall she be trodden down as the mire of the streets.

³⁵ (Yea, a sword shall pierce through thy own soul also,) that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.