Psalms 42:9
I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
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1 Ivdge me, O God, and defend my cause against the vnmercifull people: deliuer mee from the deceitfull and wicked man.
2 For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou put me away? why goe I so 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?
11 Why 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.
2 My soule thirsteth for God, euen for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before the presence of God?
3 My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
4 When I remembred these things, I powred out my very heart, because I had gone with the multitude, and ledde them into the House of God with the voyce of singing, and prayse, as a multitude that keepeth a feast.
5 Why 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.
6 My God, my soule is cast downe within me, because I remember thee, from the land of Iorden, and Hermonim, and from the mount Mizar.
7 One deepe calleth another deepe by the noyse of thy water spoutes: all thy waues and thy floods are gone ouer me.
8 The Lorde will graunt his louing kindenesse in the day, and in the night shall I sing of him, euen a prayer vnto the God of my life.
1 To 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?
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?
14 Lorde, why doest thou reiect my soule, and hidest thy face from 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 O my God, I crie by day, but thou hearest not, and by night, but haue no audience.
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and takest me for thine enemie?
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face? and forgettest our miserie and our affliction?
4 Then wil I go vnto the altar of God, euen vnto the God of my ioy & gladnes: and vpon the harpe wil I giue thanks vnto thee, O God, my God.
5 Why 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.
9 Hath God forgotten to be mercifull? hath he shut vp his teder mercies in displeasure? Selah.
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.
3 For 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:
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
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.
11 Wilt not thou, O God, which haddest forsaken vs, and diddest not goe foorth, O God, with our armies?
9 Hide not therefore thy face from mee, nor cast thy seruat away in displeasure: thou hast bene my succour: leaue me not, neither forsake mee, O God of my saluation.
4 Lest mine enemie say, I haue preuailed against him: and they that afflict me, reioyce when I slide.
49 Lord, where are thy former mercies, which thou swarest vnto Dauid in thy trueth?
3 For the voyce of the enemie, and for the vexation of ye wicked, because they haue brought iniquitie vpon me, and furiously hate me.
1 Why standest thou farre off, O Lorde, and hidest thee in due time, euen in afflictio?
21 Forsake me not, O Lord: be not thou farre from me, my God.
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.
14 But I trusted in thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my God.
1 A Psalme to giue instruction, committed to Asaph. O God, why hast thou put vs away for euer? why is thy wrath kindled against the sheepe of thy pasture?
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,
2 From the endes of the earth will I crye vnto thee: when mine heart is opprest, bring me vpon the rocke that is higher then I.
2 And he sayd, The Lord is my rocke and my fortresse, and he that deliuereth mee.
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.
11 Saying, God hath forsaken him: pursue and take him, for there is none to deliuer him.
7 In God is my saluation and my glory, the rocke of my strength: in God is my trust.
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.
27 Why sayest thou, O Iaakob, and speakest O Israel, My way is hid from the Lorde, and my iudgement is passed ouer of my God?
14 Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourne as a doue: mine eies were lift vp on high: O Lord, it hath oppressed me, comfort me.
8 Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.
10 Wilt not thou, O God, which hadest cast vs off, & didest not go forth, O God, with our armies?
27 If I say, I wil forget my complaynt, I will cease from my wrath, and comfort mee,
46 Lord, howe long wilt thou hide thy selfe, for euer? shall thy wrath burne like fire?