Psalms 38:17
For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
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18For I will declare mine iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin.
4For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
5My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
16For I said, Hear me, lest otherwise they should rejoice over me: when my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me.
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.
15What 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.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
2But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my ste had well nigh slipped.
4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
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.
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.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
12For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.
28I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
3For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me.
3For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
22For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
16Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; for I am desolate and afflicted.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
20My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
2For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
2That I have great heaviness and continual sorw in my heart.
13O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
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.
3The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
16My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
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.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
28I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
16When I thought to know this, it was too painful for me;
2I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
6They have prepared a net for my ste; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah.
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.
15I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
3I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
16As for me, I have not hastened from being a pastor to follow thee: neither have I desired the woeful day; thou knowest: that which came out of my lips was right before thee.
14I 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.