Psalms 13:2
How long is my soul to be in doubt, with sorrow in my heart all the day? how long will he who is against me be given power over me?
How long is my soul to be in doubt, with sorrow in my heart all the day? how long will he who is against me be given power over me?
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1 <To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David.> Will you for ever put me out of your memory, O Lord? will your face for ever be turned away from me?
3 The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
3 Let my voice come before you, and give me an answer, O Lord my God; let your light be shining on me, so that the sleep of death may not overtake me;
4 And he who is against me may not say, I have overcome him; and those who are troubling me may not be glad when I am moved.
24 Why is your face veiled from me, as if I was numbered among your haters?
9 I 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?
10 The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
11 Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
10 O God, how long will those who are against us say cruel things? will the hater go on looking down on your name for ever?
5 Let my hater go after my soul and take it; let my life be crushed to the earth, and my honour into the dust. (Selah.)
1 <A Psalm. Of David. When he went in flight from Absalom his son.> Lord, how greatly are they increased who make attacks on me! in great numbers they come against me.
2 Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah.)
46 How long, O Lord, will you Keep yourself for ever from our eyes? how long will your wrath be burning like fire?
5 My haters say evil against me, When will he be dead, and his name come to an end?
2 You 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?
1 <To the chief music-maker; put to Jonath elem rehokim. Of David. Michtam. When the Philistines took him in Gath.> Have mercy on me, O God, for man is attempting my destruction; every day he makes cruel attacks against me.
2 My haters are ever ready to put an end to me; great numbers are lifting themselves up against me.
10 For my haters are waiting secretly for me; and those who are watching for my soul are banded together in their evil designs,
3 How long will sinners, O Lord, how long will sinners have joy over us?
84 How short is the life of your servant! when will you give your decision against those who are attacking me?
5 How long, O Lord? will you be angry for ever? will your wrath go on burning like fire?
3 I am troubled because of the voice of the cruel ones, because of the loud cry of the evil-doers; for they put a weight of evil on me, and they are cruel in their hate for me.
7 My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
21 Give ear to the voice of my grief; I have no comforter; all my haters have news of my troubles, they are glad because you have done it: let the day of fate come when they will be like me.
22 Let all their evil-doing come before you; do to them as you have done to me for all my sins: for loud is the sound of my grief, and the strength of my heart is gone.
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
6 My soul has long been living with the haters of peace.
8 My haters say evil of me all day; those who are violent against me make use of my name as a curse.
13 Have mercy on me, O Lord, and see how I am troubled by my haters; let me be lifted up from the doors of death;
19 How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
19 See how those who are against me are increased, for bitter is their hate of me.
5 Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
7 Let my hater be like the evil man, and let him who comes against me be as the sinner.
2 O you sons of men, how long will you go on turning my glory into shame? how long will you give your love to foolish things, going after what is false? (Selah.)
4 O Lord God of armies, how long will your wrath be burning against the rest of your people?
2 How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
14 Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?
3 Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
9 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10 My 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.
15 What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.
13 From 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.
1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
13 I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
5 Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God, for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
24 Be my judge, O Lord my God, in your righteousness; do not let them be glad over me.
13 Let those who say evil against my soul be overcome and put to shame; let my haters be made low and have no honour.
17 Lord, how long will you be looking on? take my soul from their destruction, my life from the lions.