Psalms 6:2
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
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3My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
4Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy.
3The Lord will be his support on his bed of pain: by you will all his grief be turned to strength.
4I said, Lord, have mercy on me; make my soul well, because my faith is in you.
1<To the chief music-maker on corded instruments, on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David.> O Lord, do not be bitter with me in your wrath; do not send punishment on me in the heat of your passion.
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.
2O Lord my God, I sent up my cry to you, and you have made me well.
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.
8I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
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.
10Give ear to me, O Lord, and have mercy on me: Lord, be my helper.
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
13Have mercy on me, O Lord, and see how I am troubled by my haters; let me be lifted up from the doors of death;
14Make me well, O Lord, and I will be well; be my saviour, and I will be safe: for you are my hope.
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
22For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.
1<A Psalm. Of David. To keep in memory.> O Lord, be not bitter with me in your wrath; let not your hand be on me in the heat of your passion.
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.
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.
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.
26Give me help, O Lord my God; in your mercy be my saviour;
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.
8Make me full of joy and rapture; so that the bones which have been broken may be glad.
11Give me life, O Lord, because of your name; in your righteousness take my soul out of trouble.
4Then I made my prayer to the Lord, saying, O Lord, take my soul out of trouble.
5The Lord is full of grace and righteousness; truly, he is a God of mercy.
6The Lord keeps the simple; I was made low, and he was my saviour.
13Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
6Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.
3Have mercy on me, O Lord; for my cry goes up to you all the day.
7O Lord, let the voice of my cry come to your ears: have mercy on me, and give me an answer.
1<To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. When Nathan the prophet came to him, after he had gone in to Bath-sheba.> Have pity on me, O God, in your mercy; out of a full heart, take away my sin.
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.
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.
107I am greatly troubled, O Lord, give me life in keeping with your word.
7I will be glad and have delight in your mercy; because you have seen my trouble; you have had pity on my soul in its sorrows;
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.
13Be pleased, O Lord, to take me out of danger; O Lord, come quickly and give me help.
16Give an answer to my words, O Lord; for your mercy is good: be turned to me, because of your great pity.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
4My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
28My soul is wasted with sorrow; give me strength again in keeping with your word
76Let your mercy now be my comfort, as you have said to your servant.
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.