Psalms 77:3
I will keep God in memory, with sounds of grief; my thoughts are troubled, and my spirit is overcome. (Selah.)
I will keep God in memory, with sounds of grief; my thoughts are troubled, and my spirit is overcome. (Selah.)
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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.
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.
4You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.
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.
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.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
5I keep in mind the early days of the past, giving thought to all your acts, even to the work of your hands.
26I have no peace, no quiet, and no rest; nothing but pain comes on me.
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.
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.
9Has God put away the memory of his pity? are his mercies shut up by his wrath? (Selah.)
10And I said, It is a weight on my spirit; but I will keep in mind the years of the right hand of the Most High.
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
4Let 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.
5Why 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.
6My 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.
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.)
1<A Psalm. Of David. When he went in flight from Absalom his son.> Lord, how greatly are they increased who make attacks on me! in great numbers they come against me.
2Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah.)
27My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
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?
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.
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.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
15For this cause I am in fear before him, my thoughts of him overcome me.
16For God has made my heart feeble, and my mind is troubled before the Ruler of all.
8I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
17My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
3I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
6At the very thought of it my flesh is shaking with fear.
4As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
1My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
5Why 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.
3My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
24In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
6When the memory of you comes to me on my bed, and when I give thought to you in the night-time.
11Why 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.
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.
7Lord, by your grace you have kept my mountain strong: when your face was turned from me I was troubled.
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.
27If I say, I will put my grief out of mind, I will let my face be sad no longer and I will be bright;
2I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.
3For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me: