Psalms 38:10
My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
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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.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
7 For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
82 My eyes are full of weariness with searching for your word, saying, When will you give me comfort?
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
18 And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
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.
26 My flesh and my heart are wasting away: but God is the Rock of my heart and my eternal heritage.
22 For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.
23 I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.
24 My knees are feeble for need of food; there is no fat on my bones.
7 My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
11 My lovers and my friends keep away from my disease; my relations keep far away.
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
4 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
17 Because of this our hearts are feeble; for these things our eyes are dark;
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.
3 I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
4 My mind is wandering, fear has overcome me: the evening of my desire has been turned into shaking for 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.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
12 My 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.
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.
10 I 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.
28 My soul is wasted with sorrow; give me strength again in keeping with your word
13 Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
51 The Lord is unkind to my soul, more than all the daughters of my town.
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.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
2 The passion of my soul's desire is for the house of the Lord; my heart and my flesh are crying out for the living God.
123 My eyes are wasted with desire for your salvation, and for the word of your righteousness.
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.
13 I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
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;
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
9 My 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.
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
9 Do not give me up when I am old; be my help even when my strength is gone.
22 And 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.
16 Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.