Psalms 32:3
When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
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4 (For thine hand is heauie vpon me, day and night: and my moysture is turned into ye drought of summer. Selah)
5 Then I acknowledged my sinne vnto thee, neither hid I mine iniquitie: for I thought, I will confesse against my selfe my wickednesse vnto the Lord, and thou forgauest the punishment of my sinne. Selah.
2 I was dumme & spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.
3 Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying,
3 For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
4 Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
5 For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
17 It pearceth my bones in the night, and my sinewes take no rest.
2 O my God, I crie by day, but thou hearest not, and by night, but haue no audience.
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
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.
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.
9 Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
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.
13 I rekoned to the morning: but he brake all my bones, like a lion: from day to night wilt thou make an ende of me.
3 Surely he is turned against me: he turneth his hand against me all the day.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
24 For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
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.
15 My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
40 I was in the day consumed with heate, and with frost in the night, and my sleepe departed from mine eyes.
1 A Psalme of Dauid. Vnto thee, O Lord, doe I crie: O my strength, be not deafe toward mee, lest, if thou answere me not, I be like them that goe downe into the pit.
27 My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
28 I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
16 When I heard, my bellie trembled: my lippes shooke at the voyce: rottennesse entred into my bones, and I trembled in my selfe, that I might rest in the day of trouble: for whe he commeth vp vnto the people, he shall destroy them.
13 From 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.
3 My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
15 What 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.
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
9 Then I said, I will not make mention of him, nor speake any more in his Name. But his worde was in mine heart as a burning fire shut vp in my bones, and I was weary with forbearing, and I could not stay.
17 Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
21 Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
9 I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
10 My bones are cut asunder, while mine enemies reproch me, saying dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?
17 Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
3 I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
13 For so shoulde I now haue lyen and bene quiet, I should haue slept then, and bene at rest,
3 Though my spirit was in perplexitie in me, yet thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked, haue they priuily layde a snare for me.
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?
8 Also when I cry and showte, hee shutteth out my prayer.
6 I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
22 Thou hast seene it, O Lorde: keepe not silence: be not farre from me, O Lord.
14 For dayly haue I bene punished, and chastened euery morning.
14 Thus am I as a man, that heareth not, and in whose mouth are no reproofes.