Psalms 73:21
My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
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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.
16When my thoughts were turned to see the reason of this, it was a weariness in my eyes;
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
4My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
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.
13He has let loose his arrows into the inmost parts of my body.
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.
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.
4My mind is wandering, fear has overcome me: the evening of my desire has been turned into shaking for me.
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.
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.
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
13His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
22As for me, I was foolish, and without knowledge; I was like a beast before you.
27My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
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.
2But as for me, my feet had almost gone from under me; I was near to slipping;
19Keep in mind my trouble and my wandering, the bitter root and the poison.
20My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.
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.
3My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,
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.
1At this my heart is shaking; it is moved out of its place.
16For God has made my heart feeble, and my mind is troubled before the Ruler of all.
3The nets of death were round me, and the pains of the underworld had me in their grip; I was full of trouble and sorrow.
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
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.
2Put me in the scales, O Lord, so that I may be tested; let the fire make clean my thoughts and my heart.
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.
19Sorrow is mine for I am wounded! my wound may not be made well; and I said, Cruel is my disease, I may not be free from it.
3When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.
1<To the chief music-maker. Maschil. Of the sons of Korah.> Like the desire of the roe for the water-streams, so is my soul's desire for you, O God.
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.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
11So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
17I was quickly angry with his evil ways, and sent punishment on him, veiling my face in wrath: and he went on, turning his heart from me.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
2For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.
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?
2Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
17The troubles of my heart are increased: O take me out of my sorrows.