Isaiah 38:15
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.
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.
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1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
10I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11I said, I shall not see the LORD, even the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
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.
16O Lord, by these things men live, and in all these things is the life of my spirit: so wilt thou recover me, and make me to live.
17Behold, for peace I had great bitterness: but thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption: for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
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.
9Have 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.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
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.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
12Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the LORD hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.
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 desote and faint all the day.
8I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
2I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
15Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
21They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are gd 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.
14For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
15If I say, I will speak thus; behold, I should offend against the generation of thy children.
19Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
1I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
2He hath led me, and brought me into darkness, but not into light.
2How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?
20I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
20Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
6Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
10Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
3When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desote.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
15So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
15He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood.
3Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the LORD hath added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.
4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
20My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.