Lamentations 3:18
And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
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17My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
15Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
9He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
10I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
19Keep in mind my trouble and my wandering, the bitter root and the poison.
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
11Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
7And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
13I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
21This I keep in mind, and because of this I have hope.
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
24I said to myself, The Lord is my heritage; and because of this I will have hope in him.
15My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
6My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
15In you, O Lord, is my hope: you will give me an answer, O Lord, my God.
81<CAPH> My soul is wasted with desire for your salvation: but I have hope in your word.
82My eyes are full of weariness with searching for your word, saying, When will you give me comfort?
2You are the God of my strength; why have you put me from you? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
22And as for me, I said in my fear, I am cut off from before your eyes; but you gave ear to the voice of my prayer, when my cry went up to you.
13From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
14A watch is kept on my sins; they are joined together by his hand, they have come on to my neck; he has made my strength give way: the Lord has given me up into the hands of those against whom I have no power.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
5For you are my hope, O Lord God; I have had faith in you from the time when I was young.
23He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
4For you have put me down into the deep, into the heart of the sea; and the river was round about me; all your waves and your rolling waters went over me.
12My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
19Do not be far from me, O Lord: O my strength, come quickly to my help.
1My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
11My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
14But I had faith in you, O Lord; I said, You are my God.
10I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.
20See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
54Waters were flowing over my head; I said, I am cut off.
5I am waiting for the Lord, my soul is waiting for him, and my hope is in his word.
1<To the chief music-maker on Aijeleth-hash-shahar. A Psalm. Of David.> My God, my God, why are you turned away from me? why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my crying?
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
16For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.
19Sorrow is mine for I am wounded! my wound may not be made well; and I said, Cruel is my disease, I may not be free from it.
20My tent is pulled down and all my cords are broken: my children have gone from me, and they are not: no longer is there anyone to give help in stretching out my tent and hanging up my curtains.
4My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
17Be not a cause of fear to me: you are my safe place in the day of evil.
9I will say to God my Rock, Why have you let me go from your memory? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?
20My heart is broken by bitter words, I am full of grief; I made a search for some to have pity on me, but there was no one; I had no comforter.
7But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.