Psalms 42:9
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?
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?
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1 Be my judge, O God, supporting my cause against a nation without religion; O keep me from the false and evil man.
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?
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.
2 My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
4 Let my soul be overflowing with grief when these things come back to my mind, how I went in company to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with the song of those who were keeping the feast.
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.
8 But 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.
1 <To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David.> Will you for ever put me out of your memory, O Lord? will your face for ever be turned away from 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?
14 Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?
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 O my God, I make my cry in the day, and you give no answer; and in the night, and have no rest.
24 Why is your face veiled from me, as if I was numbered among your haters?
24 Why is your face covered, and why do you give no thought to our trouble and our cruel fate?
4 Then I will go up to the altar of God, to the God of my joy; I will be glad and give praise to you on an instrument of music, O God, 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.
9 Has God put away the memory of his pity? are his mercies shut up by his wrath? (Selah.)
1 <Of David.> My cry goes up to you, O Lord, my Rock; do not keep back your answer from me, so that I may not become like those who go down into the underworld.
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.
17 My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
3 I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
11 Have you not sent us away from you, O God? and you go not out with our armies.
9 Let not your face be covered from me; do not put away your servant in wrath; you have been my help: do not give me up or take your support from me, O God of my salvation.
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.
49 Lord, where are your earlier mercies? where is the oath which you made to David in unchanging faith?
3 I am troubled because of the voice of the cruel ones, because of the loud cry of the evil-doers; for they put a weight of evil on me, and they are cruel in their hate for me.
1 Why do you keep far away, O Lord? why are you not to be seen in times of trouble?
21 Do not give me up, O Lord; O my God, be near to me.
2 In 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.
3 I will keep God in memory, with sounds of grief; my thoughts are troubled, and my spirit is overcome. (Selah.)
14 But I had faith in you, O Lord; I said, You are my God.
1 <Maschil. Of Asaph.> Of God, why have you put us away from you for ever? why is the fire of your wrath smoking against the sheep who are your care?
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;
2 From the end of the earth will I send up my cry to you, when my heart is overcome: take me to the rock which is over-high for me.
2 And he said, The Lord is my Rock, my walled town, and my saviour, even mine;
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.
11 Saying, God has given him up; go after him and take him, for he has no helper.
7 In God is my salvation, and my glory; the Rock of my strength, and my safe place.
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.
27 Why do you say, O Jacob, such words as these, O Israel, The Lord's eyes are not on my way, and my God gives no attention to my cause?
14 I 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.
8 My voice went up to you, O Lord; I made my prayer to the Lord.
10 Have not you put us away, O God? and you have not gone out with our armies.
27 If I say, I will put my grief out of mind, I will let my face be sad no longer and I will be bright;
46 How long, O Lord, will you Keep yourself for ever from our eyes? how long will your wrath be burning like fire?