Psalms 3:2
Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah.)
Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah.)
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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.
3 For men who are going after me have come out against me, violent men are purposing to take my soul; they have not put God before their eyes. (Selah.)
4 See, God is my helper: the Lord is the great supporter of my soul.
3 But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.
4 I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah.)
10 For my haters are waiting secretly for me; and those who are watching for my soul are banded together in their evil designs,
11 Saying, God has given him up; go after him and take him, for he has no helper.
12 O God, be not far from me; O my God, come quickly to my help.
18 He has taken my soul away from the attack which was made against me, and given it peace; for great numbers were against me.
11 Be not far from me, for trouble is near; there is no one to give help.
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.
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.
6 They have made ready a net for my steps; my soul is bent down; they have made a great hole before me, and have gone down into it themselves. (Selah.)
26 Give me help, O Lord my God; in your mercy be my saviour;
3 Take up your spear and keep back my attackers; say to my soul, I am your salvation.
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.
3 For see, they are watching in secret for my soul; the strong have come together against me? but not because of my sin, or my evil-doing, O Lord.
14 O God, men of pride have come up against me, and the army of violent men would take my life; they have not put you before them.
3 For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
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.
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.
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?
10 Give ear to me, O Lord, and have mercy on me: Lord, be my helper.
14 But I had faith in you, O Lord; I said, You are my God.
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 He will send from heaven, and take me from the power of him whose desire is for my destruction. God will send out his mercy and his good faith.
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?
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 <For the chief music-maker. Of David.> In the Lord put I my faith; how will you say to my soul, Go in flight like a bird to the mountain?
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.
12 Give us help in our trouble; for there is no help in man.
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.)
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.
7 In God is my salvation, and my glory; the Rock of my strength, and my safe place.
13 They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;
13 I have been hard pushed by you, so that I might have a fall: but the Lord was my helper.
2 O my soul, you have said to the Lord, You are my Lord: I have no good but you.
19 Do not be far from me, O Lord: O my strength, come quickly to my help.
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;
1 <A Song of the going up.> Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young (let Israel now say);
19 See how those who are against me are increased, for bitter is their hate of me.
6 There are numbers who say, Who will do us any good? the light of his face has gone from us.
2 My haters are ever ready to put an end to me; great numbers are lifting themselves up against me.
1 <To the chief music-maker; put to Al-tashheth. Michtam. Of David. When he went in flight from Saul, in the hole of the rock.> Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me; for the hope of my soul is in you: I will keep myself safely under the shade of your wings, till these troubles are past.
7 I am laughed at by all those who see me: pushing out their lips and shaking their heads they say,
3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?