Psalms 73:21
Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
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.
16When I thought to know this, it was too painful for me;
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
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.
13He hath caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins.
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.
3Therefore 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.
4My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure hath he turned into fear unto me.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
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.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
22So foolish was I, and ignorant: I was as a beast before thee.
27My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
4My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
14For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
2But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my ste had well nigh slipped.
19Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
20My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
22For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
17For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
3My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,
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.
1At this also my heart trembleth, and is moved out of his place.
16For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
3The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desote.
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.
2Examine me, O LORD, and prove me; try my reins and my heart.
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.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
3When 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.
1To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
19My 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.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
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.
17For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him: I hid me, and was wroth, and he went on frowardly in the way of his heart.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
2For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
2Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
3My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
2Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
17The troubles of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my distresses.