Psalms 13:2
How long shall I take counsell within my selfe, hauing wearinesse dayly in mine heart? how long shall mine enemie be exalted aboue me?
How long shall I take counsell within my selfe, hauing wearinesse dayly in mine heart? how long shall mine enemie be exalted aboue me?
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1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wilt thou forget me, O Lord, for euer? howe long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
3Beholde, and heare mee, O Lord my God: lighten mine eyes, that I sleepe not in death:
4Lest mine enemie say, I haue preuailed against him: and they that afflict me, reioyce when I slide.
24Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and takest me for thine enemie?
9I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
10My bones are cut asunder, while mine enemies reproch me, saying dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?
11Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I wil yet giue him thankes: he is my present helpe, and my God.
10O God, howe long shall the aduersarie reproche thee? shall the enemie blaspheme thy Name for euer?
5Then let the enemie persecute my soule and take it: yea, let him treade my life downe vpon the earth, and lay mine honour in the dust. Selah.
1A Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lorde, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise against me?
2Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. Selah.
46Lord, howe long wilt thou hide thy selfe, for euer? shall thy wrath burne like fire?
5Mine enemies speake euill of me, saying, When shall he die, and his name perish?
2For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou put me away? why goe I so mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid on Michtam, concerning the dumme doue in a farre countrey, when the Philistims tooke him in Gath. Be mercifull vnto me, O God, for man would swallow me vp: he fighteth continually and vexeth me.
2Mine enemies would dayly swallowe mee vp: for many fight against me, O thou most High.
10For mine enemies speake of mee, and they that lay waite for my soule, take their counsell together,
3Lord how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph?
84Howe many are the dayes of thy seruant? When wilt thou execute iudgement on them that persecute me?
5Lord, howe long wilt thou be angrie, for euer? shall thy gelousie burne like fire?
3For the voyce of the enemie, and for the vexation of ye wicked, because they haue brought iniquitie vpon me, and furiously hate me.
7Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.
21They haue heard that I mourne, but there is none to comfort mee: all mine enemies haue heard of my trouble, and are glad, that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day, that thou hast pronounced, and they shalbe like vnto me.
22Let al their wickednes come before thee: do vnto them, as thou hast done vnto me, for all my transgressions: for my sighes are many, & mine heart is heauy.
3My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
6My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
8Mine enemies reuile me dayly, and they that rage against me, haue sworne against me.
13Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate mee, thou that liftest me vp from the gates of death,
19Howe long will it be yer thou depart from me? thou wilt not let me alone whiles I may swallowe my spettle.
19Beholde mine enemies, for they are manie, and they hate me with cruell hatred.
5Why art thou cast downe, my soule, and vnquiet within me? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes for the helpe of his presence.
7Mine enemie shal be as the wicked, and he that riseth against me, as the vnrighteous.
2O ye sonnes of men, howe long will yee turne my glory into shame, louing vanitie, and seeking lyes? Selah.
4O Lord God of hostes, how long wilt thou be angrie against the prayer of thy people?
2Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
14Lorde, why doest thou reiect my soule, and hidest thy face from me?
3Surely he is turned against me: he turneth his hand against me all the day.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
15What shall I say? for he hath said it to me, and he hath done it: I shall walke weakely all my yeeres in the bitternesse of my soule.
13From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
1My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
13I rekoned to the morning: but he brake all my bones, like a lion: from day to night wilt thou make an ende of me.
5Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes, he is my present helpe, and my God.
24Iudge me, O Lorde my God, according to thy righteousnesse, and let them not reioyce ouer mee.
13Let them be confounded & consumed that are against my soule: let them be couered with reproofe and confusion, that seeke mine hurt.
17Lord, how long wilt thou beholde this? deliuer my soule from their tumult, euen my desolate soule from the lions.