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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3For 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.
4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
3When 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.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
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.
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.
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
11He 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.
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.
9¶ Have 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.
21¶ Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
8I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
13From 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.
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
6He hath set me in dark places, as [they that be] dead of old.
4My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure hath he turned into fear unto me.
5Why 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.
7Deep 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.
2How long shall I take counsel in my soul, [having] sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?
20My soul hath [them] still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
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.
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
18And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
22For 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.
3I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
3For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
4I 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.
16For 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.
16Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; for I [am] desolate and afflicted.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
12I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
3My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
1¶ To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? [why art thou so] far from helping me, [and from] the words of my roaring?
4Then I said, I am cast out of thy sight; yet I will look again toward thy holy temple.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shadow.
16For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
53They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone upon me.
15What 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.
17For I [am] ready to halt, and my sorrow [is] continually before me.