Psalms 38:8
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
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2For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
3[There is] no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither [is there any] rest in my bones because of my sin.
4For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
5My wounds stink [and] are corrupt because of my foolishness.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7For my loins are filled with a loathsome [disease]: and [there is] no soundness in my flesh.
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.
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.
21They have heard that I sigh: [there is] none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done [it]: thou wilt bring the day [that] thou hast called, and they shall be like unto me.
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.
22For I [am] poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
17For I [am] ready to halt, and my sorrow [is] continually before me.
18For I will declare mine iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin.
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.
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.
4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
2Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I [am] weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
3My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
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.
21¶ Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
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.
3When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
13I reckoned till morning, [that], as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day [even] to night wilt thou make an end of me.
14Like a crane [or] a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail [with looking] upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for 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.
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.
15I [am] afflicted and ready to die from [my] youth up: [while] I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18By the great force [of my disease] is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
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.
27My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, [and] I cried in the congregation.
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.
3Therefore 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].
1¶ At this also my heart trembleth, and is moved out of his place.
3For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
3I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
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.
12I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken [me] by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
2Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;