Psalms 32:4
For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)
For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)
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3When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
6My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)
2In the day of my trouble, my heart was turned to the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night without resting; my soul would not be comforted.
3I will keep God in memory, with sounds of grief; my thoughts are troubled, and my spirit is overcome. (Selah.)
4You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.
40This was my condition, wasted by heat in the day and by the bitter cold at night; and sleep went from my eyes.
2For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.
3My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
4For my crimes have gone over my head; they are like a great weight which is more than my strength.
14I 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.
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.
5I made my wrongdoing clear to you, and did not keep back my sin. I said, I will put it all before the Lord; and you took away my wrongdoing and my sin. (Selah.)
10No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
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.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
7The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah.)
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
6The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
4My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
14For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
24In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
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.
7Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.
8But the Lord will send his mercy in the daytime, and in the night his song will be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
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?
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
2O my God, I make my cry in the day, and you give no answer; and in the night, and have no rest.
3Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
3I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
11My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
1<A Psalm. Of David. When he was in the waste land of Judah.> O God, you are my God; early will I make my search for you: my soul is dry for need of you, my flesh is wasted with desire for you, as a dry and burning land where no water is;
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
10And I said, It is a weight on my spirit; but I will keep in mind the years of the right hand of the Most High.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
8It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
21You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
3When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.
9My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
12For 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.
31And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
28My soul is wasted with sorrow; give me strength again in keeping with your word
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
2Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
26For you put bitter things on record against me, and send punishment on me for the sins of my early years;