Psalms 35:14 Cross References - Leeser

¹⁴ As though he had been to me a friend or a brother did I walk about: as one that mourneth for a mother did I sorrowfully bend down my head.

⁶⁷ And Isaac brought her into the tent of Sarah his mother, and took Rebekah, and she became his wife, and he loved her; and Isaac was comforted after his mother’s death.

¹¹ David thereupon took hold of his clothes, and rent them; and so did likewise all the men that were with him: ¹² And they lamented, and wept, and fasted until the evening, for Saul, and for Jonathan his son, and for the people of the Lord, and for the house of Israel; because they were fallen by the sword.

¹⁷ And David lamented with this lamentation over Saul and over Jonathan his son: ¹⁸ And he said, That the children of Judah should be taught the bow; behold it is written in the book of Yashar. ¹⁹ O beauty of Israel! upon the high places slain: how are the mighty fallen! ²⁰ Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon; that the daughters of the Philistines may not be glad, that the daughters of the uncircumcised may not rejoice. ²¹ O mountains of Gilboa’, no dew, nor rain be upon you, nor fields of offerings; for there the shield of the mighty was stained, the shield of Saul, as though it had not been anointed with oil. ²² From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, the bow of Jonathan turned never back, and the sword of Saul never returned empty. ²³ Saul and Jonathan, the beloved and the dear in their lives, were even in their death not divided: more than eagles were they swift, more than lions were they strong. ²⁴ O daughters of Israel, weep for Saul, who clothed you in scarlet, with beautiful dresses, who put on ornaments of gold upon your apparel. ²⁵ How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle! O Jonathan, on thy high places slain. ²⁶ I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan; very dear hast thou been unto me: wonderful was thy love for me, passing the love of women. ²⁷ How are the mighty fallen, and lost the instruments of war!

^{6 (38:7)} I am bent double; I am bowed down to the utmost; all the day long I go about full of grief.