Psalms 109:22
For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
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8I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
17But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.
16Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; for I am desolate and afflicted.
17The troubles of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my distresses.
9Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
21But do thou for me, O GOD the Lord, for thy name's sake: because thy mercy is good, deliver thou me.
1Bow down thine ear, O LORD, hear me: for I am poor and needy.
5But I am poor and needy: make haste unto me, O God: thou art my help and my deliverer; O LORD, make no tarrying.
14I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
16Because that he remembered not to shew mercy, but persecuted the poor and needy man, that he might even slay the broken in heart.
20Behold, 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.
29But I am poor and sorrowful: let thy salvation, O God, set me up on high.
2Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
22Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
26Help me, O LORD my God: O save me according to thy mercy:
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
23I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.
24My knees are weak through fasting; and my flesh faileth of fatness.
4My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
22For 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.
4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
20Reproach 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.
25Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
17For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
10All my bones shall say, LORD, who is like unto thee, which deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, yea, the poor and the needy from him that spoileth him?
3I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
6Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
12For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.
19But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.
13Have mercy upon me, O LORD; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:
1My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
1Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.
107I am afflicted very much: quicken me, O LORD, according unto thy word.
4I said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
11Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.
10Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
4I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
17And hide not thy face from thy servant; for I am in trouble: hear me speedily.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
12Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him.