Psalms 143:4
Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
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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 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
3 When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.
4 Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
14 I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
15 My 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.
4 My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
10 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
20 See, 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.
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.
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
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.
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
6 He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
4 My mind is wandering, fear has overcome me: the evening of my desire has been turned into shaking for 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.
6 My soul is crushed down in me, so I will keep you in mind; from the land of Jordan and of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
7 Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
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?
20 My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.
12 For unnumbered evils are round about me; my sins have overtaken me, so that I am bent down with their weight; they are more than the hairs of my head, my strength is gone because of them.
17 My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
18 And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
22 For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.
7 Be quick in answering me, O Lord, for the strength of my spirit is gone: let me see your face, so that I may not be like those who go down into the underworld.
3 I will keep God in memory, with sounds of grief; my thoughts are troubled, and my spirit is overcome. (Selah.)
3 For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
4 I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
16 For 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.
16 Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
12 I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
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?
4 For 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.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
16 For God has made my heart feeble, and my mind is troubled before the Ruler of all.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
53 They have put an end to my life in the prison, stoning me with stones.
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.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.