Psalms 73:21
Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
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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.
16 When I thought to know this, it was too painful for me;
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7 For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
13 He hath caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins.
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.
3 Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travaileth: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it.
4 My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure hath he turned into fear unto me.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
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.
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
22 So foolish was I, and ignorant: I was as a beast before thee.
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
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.
14 For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
2 But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well nigh slipped.
19 Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
20 My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,
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.
1 At this also my heart trembleth, and is moved out of his place.
16 For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
3 The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
22 Let 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.
2 Examine me, O LORD, and prove me; try my reins and my heart.
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.
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
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.
1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
19 My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
17 For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him: I hid me, and was wroth, and he went on frowardly in the way of his heart.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
2 For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
3 My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
2 Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
17 The troubles of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my distresses.