Psalms 77:2
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.
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.
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3I will keep God in memory, with sounds of grief; my thoughts are troubled, and my spirit is overcome. (Selah.)
4You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.
1<To the chief music-maker. After Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A Psalm.> I was crying to God with my voice; even to God with my voice, and he gave ear to me.
2O my God, I make my cry in the day, and you give no answer; and in the night, and have no rest.
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.
3When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
4For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)
8But 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.
9I 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?
7I went down to the bases of the mountains; as for the earth, her walls were about me for ever: but you have taken up my life from the underworld, O Lord my God.
6The memory of my song comes back to me in the night; my thoughts are moving in my heart; my spirit is searching with care.
1<A Song of the going up.> In my trouble my cry went up to the Lord, and he gave me an answer.
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
1<Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock.> The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.
2I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.
3When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.
4Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.
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?
6My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)
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.
4Then I made my prayer to the Lord, saying, O Lord, take my soul out of trouble.
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.
7In the day of my trouble I send up my cry to you; for you will give me an answer.
1<A Song. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. To the chief music-maker; put to Mahalath Leannoth. Maschil. Of Heman the Ezrahite.> O Lord, God of my salvation, I have been crying to you for help by day and by night:
3When my cry came to your ears you gave me an answer, and made me great with strength in my soul.
1By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.
27My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
17In the evening and in the morning and in the middle of the day I will make my prayer with sounds of grief; and my voice will come to his ears.
8My voice went up to you, O Lord; I made my prayer to the Lord.
2Let not your face be veiled from me in the day of my trouble; give ear to me, and let my cry be answered quickly.
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
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;
9My 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.
4When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.
7In my trouble my voice went up to the Lord, and my cry to my God: my voice came to his hearing in his holy Temple, and my prayer came to his ears.
4I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah.)
5I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.
3I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
6In my trouble my voice went up to the Lord, and my cry to my God: my voice came to his hearing in his holy Temple, and my prayer came before him, even into his ears.
13When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
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.
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.
8When you said, Make search for my face, my heart said to you, For your face will I make my search.
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.
17The troubles of my heart are increased: O take me out of my sorrows.
40This was my condition, wasted by heat in the day and by the bitter cold at night; and sleep went from my eyes.