Lamentations 3:18
And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
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17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
15And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
9He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
19Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
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.
11What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
7And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
13Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
21This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
24The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.
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.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desote.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
15For in thee, O LORD, do I hope: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God.
81CAPH. My soul fainteth for thy salvation: but I hope in thy word.
82Mine eyes fail for thy word, saying, When wilt thou comfort me?
2For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
22For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications when I cried unto thee.
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.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are wreathed, and come up upon my neck: he hath made my strength to fall, the Lord hath delivered me into their hands, from whom I am not able to rise up.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
5For thou art my hope, O Lord GOD: thou art my trust from my youth.
23He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
4Then I said, I am cast out of thy sight; yet I will look again toward thy holy temple.
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.
19But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
11My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
14But I trusted in thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my God.
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.
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.
54Waters flowed over mine head; then I said, I am cut off.
5I wait for the LORD, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope.
1To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A alm 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?
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
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 desote, because the enemy prevailed.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
20My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they are not: there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
4My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
17For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
17Be not a terror unto me: thou art my hope in the day of evil.
9I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
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.
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.