Psalms 22:14
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.
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.
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16 For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
17 I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
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.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
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.
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
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.
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.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
13 From 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.
14 The 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.
13 They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.
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.
12 I 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.
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
12 I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
21 Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
1 To 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?
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desote.
2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
24 My knees are weak through fasting; and my flesh faileth of fatness.
13 I 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.
19 All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.
20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
2 I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
3 I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my 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.
3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
21 His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.
4 I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
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.
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.
30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
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.
3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.