Psalms 38:8
I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
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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.
5My wounds are poisoned and evil-smelling, because of my foolish behaviour.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
7For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
9Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
20See, 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.
21Give 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.
22Let 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.
22For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
18I will make clear my wrongdoing, with sorrow in my heart for my sin.
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.
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.
4My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
2Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
3My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
19My soul, my soul! I am pained to my inmost heart; my heart is troubled in me; I am not able to be quiet, because the sound of the horn, the note of war, has come to my ears.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
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.
3When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
13I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
14I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.
15What 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.
20My heart is broken by bitter words, I am full of grief; I made a search for some to have pity on me, but there was no one; I had no comforter.
15I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.
24In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
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.
18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
16Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
17The troubles of my heart are increased: O take me out of my sorrows.
27My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
28I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
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.
3For this cause I am full of bitter grief; pains like the pains of a woman in childbirth have come on me: I am bent down with sorrow at what comes to my ears; I am shocked by what I see.
1At this my heart is shaking; it is moved out of its place.
3For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
3I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
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.
12I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.
2Give thought to me, and let my prayer be answered: I have been made low in sorrow;