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 ¶ To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah. 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.