Psalms 143:4
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
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3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
4 I 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.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
14 I 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.
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.
4 My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
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.
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.
21 Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
8 I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
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.
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
6 He hath set me in dark places, as they that be dead of old.
4 My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure hath he turned into fear unto me.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
2 How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?
20 My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
12 For 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.
17 And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
18 And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
7 Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
3 I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
4 I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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.
16 Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; for I am desolate and afflicted.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
12 I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
3 My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
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?
4 Then I said, I am cast out of thy sight; yet I will look again toward thy holy temple.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
16 For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
53 They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone upon me.
15 What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.