Psalms 88:4
I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
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3 For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
5 My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.
6 You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.
10 I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.
11 I said, I will not see the Lord, even the Lord in the land of the living: I will not see man again or those living in the world.
12 My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
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.
14 Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?
15 I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.
16 The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.
14 I 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.
15 My 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.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
10 My 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.
7 Be quick in answering me, O Lord, for the strength of my spirit is gone: let me see your face, so that I may not be like those who go down into the underworld.
12 I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
8 You have sent my friends far away from me; you have made me a disgusting thing in their eyes: I am shut up, and not able to come out.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
6 He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
4 For you have put me down into the deep, into the heart of the sea; and the river was round about me; all your waves and your rolling waters went over me.
5 And I said, I have been sent away from before your eyes; how may I ever again see your holy Temple?
6 The waters were circling round me, even to the neck; the deep was about me; the sea-grass was twisted round my head.
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.
4 Looking 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.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
3 The nets of death were round me, and the pains of the underworld had me in their grip; I was full of trouble and sorrow.
6 But I am a worm and not a man; cursed by men, and looked down on by the people.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
10 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
4 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
2 My feet are deep in the soft earth, where there is no support; I have come into deep waters, the waves are flowing over me.
18 And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
3 O Lord, you have made my soul come again from the underworld: you have given me life and kept me from going down among the dead.
53 They have put an end to my life in the prison, stoning me with stones.
54 Waters were flowing over my head; I said, I am cut off.
4 For my crimes have gone over my head; they are like a great weight which is more than my strength.
5 The cords of hell were round me: the nets of death came on me.
14 A watch is kept on my sins; they are joined together by his hand, they have come on to my neck; he has made my strength give way: the Lord has given me up into the hands of those against whom I have no power.
16 Will they go down with me into the underworld? Will we go down together into the dust?
9 What profit is there in my blood if I go down into the underworld? will the dust give you praise, or be a witness to your help?
13 If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
6 The cords of hell were round me: the nets of death came on me.
12 For unnumbered evils are round about me; my sins have overtaken me, so that I am bent down with their weight; they are more than the hairs of my head, my strength is gone because of them.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
13 If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!
18 For the underworld is not able to give you praise, death gives you no honour: for those who go down into the underworld there is no hope in your mercy.