Psalms 143:4
My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
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Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
My strength leaves me; I am absolutely shocked.
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3 For the enemy has pursued me, crushing my life to the ground and making me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.
4 From the voice of the enemy, and from the oppression of the wicked—for they bring down trouble on me and in their anger they hate me.
3 I pour out my complaint before Him; I declare my troubles to Him.
4 When my spirit grows faint within me, You know my path. In the way where I walk, they have hidden a trap for me.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.
14 They open their mouths against me, like a lion ripping and roaring.
15 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
4 For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones are burned like a hearth.
5 My heart is afflicted and withered like grass, for I forget to eat my food.
10 O Lord, all my desires are before you, and my sighing is not hidden from you.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
18 My grief is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
20 See, LORD, how distressed I am! I am in anguish within, my heart is overturned because I have been very rebellious. Outside, the sword bereaves; inside, there is only death.
9 You have not handed me over to the enemy, but you have set my feet in a spacious place.
10 Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
21 When my heart was embittered and my spirit was pierced within me,
8 For my loins are filled with burning, and there is no health in my body.
13 From on high he sent fire; it burns in my bones. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.
7 Surely now, God has worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
6 He has made me dwell in dark places, like those long dead.
4 My heart staggers; terror overwhelms me. The twilight I longed for has been turned into trembling for me.
5 These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the celebrating crowd.
6 Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why are you so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
7 My God, my soul is downcast within me. Therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
2 How long, Lord, will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?
20 Surely my soul remembers and is bowed down within me.
12 LORD, do not withhold Your mercy from me; may Your love and truth always protect me.
17 My soul has been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is.
18 So I say, 'My strength is gone, and so is my hope from the LORD.'
22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
7 Answer me quickly, Lord, for my spirit is fading. Do not hide your face from me, or I will be like those who go down to the pit.
3 In the day of my trouble, I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out at night and did not grow weary; my soul refused to be comforted.
3 Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry.
4 For my soul is filled with troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
1 I am disgusted with my life; I will give voice to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.
16 "Because of these things I weep; my eyes, my eyes flow with tears. No one is near to comfort me, no one to restore my spirit. My children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed."
16 Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted.
6 My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
12 I am a disgrace among all my enemies, and even more to my neighbors—a dread to my acquaintances; those who see me on the street flee from me.
11 My days have passed, my plans are broken off, and the desires of my heart are gone.
3 Be gracious to me, LORD, for I am weak; heal me, LORD, for my bones are shaking with fear.
1 For the director, to the tune of 'The Doe of the Morning,' a psalm of David.
4 You cast me into the deep, into the heart of the seas, and the currents surrounded me. All Your waves and breakers swept over me.
7 My eyes have grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.
16 God has made my heart faint; the Almighty has terrified me.
4 He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
53 They threw me alive into a pit and cast a stone upon me.
15 What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He has done this. I will walk humbly all my years because of this anguish of my soul.
17 For I said, "Lest they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me."