Psalms 25:17

Geneva Bible (1560)

The sorowes of mine heart are enlarged: drawe me out of my troubles.

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Referenced Verses

  • Ps 34:19 : 19 Great are the troubles of the righteous: but the Lord deliuereth him out of them all.
  • Ps 38:1-8 : 1 A Psalme of Dauid for remembrance. O Lorde, rebuke mee not in thine anger, neither chastise me in thy wrath. 2 For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me. 3 There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne. 4 For mine iniquities are gone ouer mine head, and as a weightie burden they are too heauie for me. 5 My woundes are putrified, and corrupt because of my foolishnes. 6 I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day. 7 For my reines are full of burning, and there is nothing sound in my flesh. 8 I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
  • Ps 42:7 : 7 One deepe calleth another deepe by the noyse of thy water spoutes: all thy waues and thy floods are gone ouer me.
  • Ps 77:2-4 : 2 In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort. 3 I did thinke vpon God, & was troubled: I praied, and my spirit was full of anguish. Selah. 4 Thou keepest mine eyes waking: I was astonied and could not speake.
  • Ps 107:6 : 6 Then they cried vnto the Lorde in their trouble, & he deliuered them from their distresse,
  • Hab 3:17-19 : 17 For the figtree shall not flourish, neither shall fruite be in the vines: the labour of the oliue shall faile, and the fieldes shall yeelde no meate: the sheepe shalbe cut off from the folde, and there shalbe no bullocke in the stalles. 18 But I will reioyce in the Lorde: I will ioy in the God of my saluation. 19 The Lorde God is my strength: hee will make my feete like hindes feete, and he will make me to walke vpon mine hie places. To the chiefe singer on Neginothai.
  • 1 Cor 4:11-13 : 11 Vnto this houre we both hunger, & thirst, and are naked, and are buffeted, and haue no certaine dwelling place, 12 And labour, working with our owne handes: we are reuiled, and yet we blesse: we are persecuted, and suffer it. 13 We are euill spoken of, and we pray: we are made as the filth of the world, the offskowring of all things, vnto this time.
  • 2 Cor 4:8-9 : 8 Wee are afflicted on euery side, yet are we not in distresse: we are in doubt, but yet wee despaire not. 9 We are persecuted, but not forsaken: cast downe, but we perish not.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • 16 Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.

  • 18 Looke vpon mine affliction and my trauel, and forgiue all my sinnes.

  • Lam 1:20-22
    3 verses
    78%

    20 Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.

    21 They 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.

    22 Let 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.

  • 9 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.

  • 7 I wil be glad and reioyce in thy mercie: for thou hast seene my trouble: thou hast knowen my soule in aduersities,

  • 13 Haue 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,

  • 11 Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for thy righteousnesse bring my soule out of trouble.

  • Ps 40:12-13
    2 verses
    75%

    12 For innumerable troubles haue compassed mee: my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me, that I am not able to looke vp: yea, they are moe in nomber then the heares of mine head: therefore mine heart hath failed me.

    13 Let it please thee, O Lorde, to deliuer mee: make haste, O Lord, to helpe me.

  • 4 Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.

  • 3 For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.

  • 4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.

  • 20 Which hast shewed me great troubles and aduersities, but thou wilt returne, and reuiue me, and wilt come againe, and take mee vp from the depth of the earth.

  • 1 A song of degrees. Ovt of the deepe places haue I called vnto thee, O Lord.

  • 3 When the snares of death copassed me, and the griefes of the graue caught me: when I founde trouble and sorowe.

  • Ps 38:8-9
    2 verses
    74%

    8 I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.

    9 Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.

  • 22 Because I am poore and needie, and mine heart is wounded within me.

  • 10 Heare, O Lorde, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.

  • 5 I called vpon the Lord in trouble, & the Lord heard me, and set me at large.

  • 2 I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.

  • 74%

    1 A Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lorde, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise against me?

  • 19 But be thou not farre off, O Lorde, my strength: hasten to helpe me.

  • 16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.

  • 1 A song of degrees. I called vnto the Lorde in my trouble, and hee heard me.

  • 20 And brought me foorth into a large place: he deliuered me, because he fauoured me.

  • 74%

    1 To him that excelleth on Neginoth. A Psalme of Dauid. Heare me when I call, O God of my righteousnes: thou hast set me at libertie, when I was in distresse: haue mercie vpon me & hearken vnto my prayer.

  • Ps 69:17-18
    2 verses
    73%

    17 And hide not thy face from thy seruant, for I am in trouble: make haste and heare me.

    18 Draw neere vnto my soule and redeeme it: deliuer me because of mine enemies.

  • 28 Then they crie vnto the Lord in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresse.

  • 28 My soule melteth for heauinesse: raise mee vp according vnto thy worde.

  • 22 Deliuer Israel, O God, out of all his troubles.

  • 6 Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.

  • Ps 6:2-4
    3 verses
    73%

    2 Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.

    3 My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?

    4 Returne, O Lord: deliuer my soule: saue me for thy mercies sake.

  • 143 Trouble and anguish are come vpon me: yet are thy commandements my delite.

  • 26 Helpe me, O Lord my God: saue me according to thy mercie.

  • 4 Drawe mee out of the nette, that they haue layde priuilie for mee: for thou art my strength.

  • 19 Hee brought mee foorth also into a large place: hee deliuered mee because hee fauoured me.

  • 11 Be not farre from me, because trouble is neere: for there is none to helpe me.

  • 21 Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:

  • 15 My times are in thine hande: deliuer mee from the hande of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.

  • 1 A Psalme of Dauid. Vnto thee, O Lorde, lift I vp my soule.

  • 50 It is my comfort in my trouble: for thy promes hath quickened me.

  • 1 To him that excelleth vpon Aiieleth Hasshahar. A Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me, and art so farre from mine health, and from the wordes of my roaring?

  • 2 In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.

  • 14 I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.