Psalms 77:3
I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
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1 ¶ To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun, A Psalm of Asaph. I cried unto God with my voice, [even] unto God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me.
2 In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
4 Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
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.
6 I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
5 I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
26 I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
7 When my soul fainted within me I remembered the LORD: and my prayer came in unto thee, into thine holy temple.
2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
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.
9 Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah.
10 And I said, This [is] my infirmity: [but I will remember] the years of the right hand of the most High.
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where [is] thy God?
4 When I remember these [things], I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
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.
3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
4 For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.
1 ¶ A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are they increased that trouble me! many [are] they that rise up against me.
2 Many [there be] which say of my soul, [There is] no help for him in God. Selah.
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
4 ¶ I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
3 The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
21 ¶ Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
15 Therefore am I troubled at his presence: when I consider, I am afraid of him.
16 For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
8 I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
17 And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
3 I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
9 ¶ Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, [yea], my soul and my belly.
6 Even when I remember I am afraid, and trembling taketh hold on my flesh.
4 As for me, [is] my complaint to man? and if [it were so], why should not my spirit be troubled?
1 ¶ My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, [who is] the health of my countenance, and my God.
3 My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
6 When I remember thee upon my bed, [and] meditate on thee in the [night] watches.
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, [who is] the health of my countenance, and my God.
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.
7 LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was troubled.
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.
27 If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort [myself]:
2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, [even] from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.