Psalms 88:7
The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah.)
The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah.)
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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.
17 They are round me all the day like water; they have made a circle about me.
3 In my trouble I was crying to the Lord, and he gave me an answer; out of the deepest underworld I sent up a cry, and you gave ear to my voice.
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?
7 Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.
6 You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.
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.
9 My 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.
5 For the waves of death came round me, and the seas of evil put me in fear;
6 The cords of hell were round me: the nets of death came on me.
10 Because of your passion and your wrath, for I have been lifted up and then made low by you.
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.
2 For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
4 For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)
46 How long, O Lord, will you Keep yourself for ever from our eyes? how long will your wrath be burning like fire?
21 You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
22 Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
3 For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
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.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
1 I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
14 For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
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.
54 Waters were flowing over my head; I said, I am cut off.
7 We are burned up by the heat of your passion, and troubled by your wrath.
3 I am troubled because of the voice of the cruel ones, because of the loud cry of the evil-doers; for they put a weight of evil on me, and they are cruel in their hate for me.
4 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
8 It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
4 The cords of death were round me, and the seas of evil put me in fear.
21 Give ear to the voice of my grief; I have no comforter; all my haters have news of my troubles, they are glad because you have done it: let the day of fate come when they will be like me.
22 Let 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.
3 The rivers send up, O Lord, the rivers send up their voices; they send them up with a loud cry.
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.
9 You have rule over the sea in storm; when its waves are troubled, you make them calm.
7 He has put a wall round me, so that I am not able to go out; he has made great the weight of my chain.
17 My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
2 You are the God of my strength; why have you put me from you? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?
4 For my crimes have gone over my head; they are like a great weight which is more than my strength.
13 From 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.
43 Covering yourself with wrath you have gone after us, cutting us off without pity;
19 How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
3 I will keep God in memory, with sounds of grief; my thoughts are troubled, and my spirit is overcome. (Selah.)
24 Why is your face veiled from me, as if I was numbered among your haters?