Psalms 3:2

Coverdale Bible (1535)

Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.

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Referenced Verses

  • Ps 71:11 : 11 Let them be cofounded & perish, that are agaynst my soule: let the be couered with shame & dishonoure, that seke to do me euell.
  • Ps 22:7 : 7 All they yt se me, laugh me to scorne: they shute out their lippes, and shake their heades.
  • Ps 42:3 : 3 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.
  • Ps 42:10 : 10 daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
  • Hab 3:3 : 3 God commeth from Theman, and the holy one from the mount of Pharan. Sela.
  • Hab 3:9 : 9 Thou shewdest thy bowe opely, like as thou haddest promised with an ooth vnto the trybes. Sela. Thou didest deuyde the waters of the earth.
  • Hab 3:13 : 13 Thou camest forth to helpe thy people, to helpe thine anoynted. Thou smotest downe the heade in the house of the vngodly, & discoueredest his foundacions, eue vnto ye necke of him. Sela.
  • Matt 27:42-43 : 42 he hath helped other, and can not helpe himself: Yf he be the kynge of Israel, let him come downe now from the crosse, and we wil beleue him 43 He trusted in God, let him delyuer him now, yf he wil haue him. For he hath sayde: I am the sonne of God.
  • 2 Sam 16:7-8 : 7 Thus sayde Semei whan he cursed: Get the forth, get the forth thou bloudy hounde, thou man of Belial. 8 The LORDE hath rewarded the for all the bloude of the house of Saul, yt thou becamest kynge in his steade. Now hath the LORDE geuen the kyngdome into ye hande of Absalom thy sonne, and beholde, now stickest thou in thine owne myschefe, for thou art a bloudy hounde.
  • Ps 3:4 : 4 I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill.
  • Ps 3:8 : 8 Helpe belongeth vnto the LORDE, therfore let thy blessynge be vpon thy people.
  • Ps 4:2 : 2 O ye sonnes off men: how longe will ye blaspheme myne honoure? why haue ye soch pleasure in vanyte, & seke after lyes?
  • Ps 4:4 : 4 Be angrie, but synne not: como wt youre owne hertes vpo yor beddes, & remebre yor selues.

Similar Verses (AI)

These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.

  • 84%

    1 Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.

  • Ps 54:3-4
    2 verses
    80%

    3 For straungers are rysen vp agaynst me, and the mightie (which haue not God before their eyes) seke after my soule.

    4 Sela. But lo, God is my helper: it is he that vpholdeth my soule.

  • Ps 3:3-4
    2 verses
    78%

    3 Sela But thou (o LORDE) art my defender, my worshipe, ad the lifter vp of my heade.

    4 I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill.

  • Ps 71:10-12
    3 verses
    76%

    10 Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.

    11 Let them be cofounded & perish, that are agaynst my soule: let the be couered with shame & dishonoure, that seke to do me euell.

    12 As for me, I wil pacietly abyde allwaye, & wil euer encrease thy prayse.

  • 18 Yee euen God that endureth for euer, shal heare me, and brynge them downe. Sela. For they wil not turne: and why? they feare not God.

  • 11 O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.

  • 4 Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.

  • Lam 1:21-22
    2 verses
    75%

    21 They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.

    22 From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.

  • 6 Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.

  • 26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.

  • 3 Drawe out thy swearde, and stoppe the waye agaynst them that persecute me, saye vnto my soule: I am yi helpe.

  • 12 For innumerable troubles are come aboute me: my synnes haue taken soch holde vpon me, that I am not able to loke vp: yee they are mo in nombre then the hayres of my heade, and my hert hath fayled me.

  • 3 For lo, they lye waytinge for my soule: ye mightie me are gathered together against me, wt out eny offence or faute of me, o LORDE.

  • 14 O God, the proude are rysen agaynst me, and the cogregacion of ye mightie seketh after my soule, & set not ye before their eyes.

  • 3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.

  • Ps 42:9-11
    3 verses
    74%

    9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,

    10 daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?

    11 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet thanke him for the helpe of his countenaunce, and because he is my God.

  • 5 O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.

  • 2 Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?

  • 10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?

  • 14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.

  • Ps 143:3-4
    2 verses
    73%

    3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.

    4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.

  • 3 He shal sende fro heauen, & saue me fro the reprofe of him that wolde swalowe me vp.

  • 1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.

  • 2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?

  • 1 In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?

  • 5 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thakes for ye helpe of his countenauce, and because he is my God.

  • 12 O be thou or helpe in trouble, for vayne is the helpe of man.

  • 73%

    5 Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.

  • 4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.

  • 7 In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.

  • 13 & my path haue they clene marred. It was so easy for them to do me harme, that they neded no man to helpe the.

  • 13 They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.

  • 2 I haue sayde vnto ye LORDE: thou art my God, my goodes are nothinge vnto the.

  • 19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.

  • 13 Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.

  • 1 Many a tyme haue they fought agaynst me fro my youth vp (maye Israel now saie).

  • 19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.

  • 72%

    6 There be many yt saye: who wil do vs eny good? where as thou (o LORDE) hast shewed vs the light of yi countenauce.

  • 2 Myne enemies treade me daylie vnder their fete, for they be many, yt proudly fight agaynst me.

  • 1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) be mercifull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in ye: & vnder the shadowe of thy wynges shalbe my refuge, vntill wickednesse be ouerpast.

  • 7 All they yt se me, laugh me to scorne: they shute out their lippes, and shake their heades.

  • 72%

    3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?