Psalms 42:3
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is your God?
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
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My tears{H1832} have been my meat{H3899} day{H3119} and night{H3915}, while they continually{H3117} say{H559}{H8800)} unto me, Where is thy God{H430}?
Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.
My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where [is] thy God?
My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
I cannot eat, I weep day and night; all day long they say to me,“Where is your God?”
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4 My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all day long, 'Where is your God?'
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.
8 Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
9 By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me—a prayer to the God of my life.
10 I say to God, my rock: 'Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?'
11 With crushing pain in my bones, my enemies taunt me, saying to me all day long, 'Where is your God?'
1 For the director of music, a contemplative psalm of the sons of Korah.
2 As a deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
24 For my sighing comes before my food, and my groanings pour out like water.
3 I am sinking in deep mire where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, and the current has overwhelmed me.
1 For the director, to the tune of 'The Doe of the Morning,' a psalm of David.
2 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Far from saving me, from the words of my groaning.
9 All day long my enemies taunt me; those who ridicule me use my name as a curse.
2 For You are the God of my refuge; why have You rejected me? Why must I go about mourning under the oppression of my enemy?
2 My voice cries out to God, and I will call aloud; my voice reaches God, and He listens to me.
20 My intercessors are my friends; my eye drips to God.
5 LORD God of Hosts, how long will you be angry with your people's prayers?
12 With reproofs for iniquity, You discipline a man; like a moth, You consume his cherished things. Surely, every man is but a breath. Selah.
1 For the director of music, a psalm of David.
2 How long, Lord, will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?
3 For the enemy has pursued me, crushing my life to the ground and making me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.
4 My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
6 For in death, no one remembers You; in the grave, who can give You thanks?
7 I am worn out from my groaning; all night long I drench my bed with tears and flood my couch with weeping.
8 In your anger, O God, cast them down. Hold them accountable for their wickedness.
82 My eyes fail, longing for Your promise, saying, 'When will You comfort me?
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.
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."
21 People have heard my groaning, but there is no one to comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it. Bring the day you have announced, so they may become like me.
22 Let all their wickedness come before you; deal with them as you have dealt with me because of all my sins. My groans are many, and my heart is faint.
3 When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
4 For day and night your hand was heavy on me; my strength was drained as in the heat of summer. Selah.
1 A song, a psalm for the sons of Korah, to the chief musician. According to Mahalath Leannoth, a contemplative poem of Heman the Ezrahite.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
20 You know my reproach, my shame, and my disgrace; all my adversaries are before you.
12 "Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which was brought upon me, which the LORD inflicted on the day of his fierce anger.
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.
6 My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
4 For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones are burned like a hearth.
17 For I said, "Lest they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me."
16 My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death.
28 I walk in mourning without sunlight; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
9 I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the anguish of my heart.
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.
49 My eyes pour without ceasing, without relief,
9 You have taken my closest friends from me; you have made me a horror to them. I am confined and cannot escape.