Lamentations 3:18
And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
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17 And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
9 He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
19 Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
13 Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
21 This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope.
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
24 The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
15 For in thee, O LORD, do I hope: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God.
81 CAPH. My soul fainteth for thy salvation: but I hope in thy word.
82 Mine eyes fail for thy word, saying, When wilt thou comfort me?
2 For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
22 For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications when I cried unto thee.
13 From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
14 The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are wreathed, and come up upon my neck: he hath made my strength to fall, the Lord hath delivered me into their hands, from whom I am not able to rise up.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
5 For thou art my hope, O Lord GOD: thou art my trust from my youth.
23 He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
4 Then I said, I am cast out of thy sight; yet I will look again toward thy holy temple.
12 Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
19 But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
14 But I trusted in thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my God.
10 I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
20 Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
54 Waters flowed over mine head; then I said, I am cut off.
5 I wait for the LORD, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope.
1 My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
16 For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
20 My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they are not: there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
4 My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
17 Be not a terror unto me: thou art my hope in the day of evil.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
20 Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.