Psalms 143:4
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
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3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; He hath smitten my life down to the ground: He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
4My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk Have they hidden a snare for me.
4Look on [my] right hand, and see; For there is no man that knoweth me: Refuge hath failed me; No man careth for my soul.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
14I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
4My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
10My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
20Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
9Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, [yea], my soul and my body.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
21For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
8I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
13From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them; He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
7But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
6He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
4My heart fluttereth, horror hath affrighted me; the twilight that I desired hath been turned into trembling unto me.
5Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And [why] art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him [For] the help of his countenance.
6O my God, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
7Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
2How long shall I take counsel in my soul, Having sorrow in my heart all the day? How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?
20My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is bowed down within me.
12For innumerable evils have compassed me about; Mine iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up; They are more than the hairs of my head; And my heart hath failed me.
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace; I forgat prosperity.
18And I said, My strength is perished, and mine expectation from Jehovah.
22For I am poor and needy, And my heart is wounded within me.
7Make haste to answer me, O Jehovah; My spirit faileth: Hide not thy face from me, Lest I become like them that go down into the pit.
3I remember God, and am disquieted: I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. {{Selah
3For my soul is full of troubles, And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol.
4I am reckoned with them that go down into the pit; I am as a man that hath no help,
1My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
16For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water; Because the comforter that should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy hath prevailed.
16Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; For I am desolate and afflicted.
6I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
12I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
3My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
1[For the Chief Musician; set to Aijeleth hash-Shahar. A Psalm of David]. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? [Why art thou so] far from helping me, [and from] the words of my groaning?
4And I said, I am cast out from before thine eyes; Yet I will look again toward thy holy temple.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
16For God hath made my heart faint, And the Almighty hath terrified me;
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
53They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and have cast a stone upon me.
15What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
17For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me.