Psalms 77:2
My voice cries out to God, and I will call aloud; my voice reaches God, and He listens to me.
My voice cries out to God, and I will call aloud; my voice reaches God, and He listens to me.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; my hand was stretched out in the night and did not rest; my soul refused to be comforted.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
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In the day{H3117} of my trouble{H6869} I sought{H1875}{H8804)} the Lord{H136}: my sore{H3027} ran{H5064}{H8738)} in the night{H3915}, and ceased{H6313}{H8799)} not: my soul{H5315} refused{H3985}{H8765)} to be comforted{H5162}{H8736)}.
In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn't get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.
In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: My hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not; My soul refused to be comforted.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: My hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not; My soul refused to be comforted.
In 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.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn't get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.
In my time of trouble I sought the Lord. I kept my hand raised in prayer throughout the night. I refused to be comforted.
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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.
4 I remember God and moan; I meditate, and my spirit faints. Selah.
1 For the Chief Musician, according to Jeduthun, a psalm of Asaph.
2 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Far from saving me, from the words of my groaning.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.
17 At night my bones are pierced within me, and my veins find no rest.
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.
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.
7 To the roots of the mountains, I descended. The earth beneath barred me in forever, but You brought my life up from the pit, LORD my God.
6 I consider the days of old, the years long past.
1 A song of ascents: I called to the LORD in my distress, and He answered me.
3 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
1 A contemplative poem of David, when he was in the cave, a prayer.
2 I cry out to the LORD with my voice; with my voice I plead for mercy to the LORD.
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.
2 LORD, do not rebuke me in Your anger, nor discipline me in Your wrath.
3 Be gracious to me, LORD, for I am weak; heal me, LORD, for my bones are shaking with fear.
6 I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah.
3 The cords of death entangled me, the anguish of Sheol came over me; I was overcome by distress and sorrow.
4 Then I called on the name of the Lord: 'O Lord, please save my life!'
6 For in death, no one remembers You; in the grave, who can give You thanks?
7 In the day of my distress I will call upon You, for You will answer me.
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.
3 On the day I called, you answered me; you made me bold and strengthened my soul.
1 On my bed at night, I sought the one my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him.
27 My insides are in turmoil and never sit still; days of suffering confront me.
17 But I call to God, and the Lord will save me.
8 O LORD, by Your favor, You made my mountain stand strong; but when You hid Your face, I was terrified.
2 LORD, hear my prayer, and let my cry for help come to you.
9 You have not handed me over to the enemy, but you have set my feet in a spacious place.
7 I hate those who pay regard to worthless idols, but I trust in the LORD.
9 You have taken my closest friends from me; you have made me a horror to them. I am confined and cannot escape.
4 When I lie down, I think, 'When will I get up?' But the night drags on, and I am filled with tossing till dawn.
7 In my distress, I called upon the LORD and cried out to my God. He heard my voice from his temple, and my cry for help reached his ears.
4 But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
5 I call out to the LORD with my voice, and He answers me from His holy mountain. Selah.
3 I am sinking in deep mire where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, and the current has overwhelmed me.
6 The ropes of Sheol entangled me; the traps of death confronted me.
13 When I think my bed will comfort me, and my couch will ease my complaint,
1 To the chief musician: Do not destroy. A miktam of David, when he fled from Saul into the cave.
2 I will exalt You, O LORD, for You drew me up and did not let my enemies rejoice over me.
6 My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
8 My heart says about You, 'Seek His face.' Lord, I will seek Your face.
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.
17 The troubles of my heart have multiplied; deliver me from my distresses.
40 This was my situation: The heat consumed me in the daytime, and the cold at night, and sleep fled from my eyes.