Psalms 77:3
I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
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1To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun, A alm of Asaph. I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me.
2In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
4Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
19Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
20My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
6I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
5I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
26I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
7When my soul fainted within me I remembered the LORD: and my prayer came in unto thee, into thine holy temple.
2I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
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.
9Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah.
10And I said, This is my infirmity: but I will remember the years of the right hand of the most High.
3My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
4When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
5Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
6O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
3When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
4For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.
1A alm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
2Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.
27My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
9I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
4I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.
5I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
3The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
15Therefore am I troubled at his presence: when I consider, I am afraid of him.
16For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
8I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
3I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
9Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
6Even when I remember I am afraid, and trembling taketh hold on my flesh.
4As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
5Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
3My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
6When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches.
11Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
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.
7LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.
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.
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:
2I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
3For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.