Psalms 32:4
For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer. Selah.
For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer. Selah.
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3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
6I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.
2In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn't get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.
3I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.
4You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.
40This was my situation: in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from my eyes.
2For your arrows have pierced me, your hand presses hard on me.
3There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
4For my iniquities have gone over my head. As a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.
14I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
5I acknowledged my sin to you. I didn't hide my iniquity. I said, I will confess my transgressions to Yahweh, and you forgave the iniquity of my sin. Selah.
10Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
9Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
16"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
7Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
6I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
4My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
14For all day long have I been plagued, and punished every morning.
24For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
13From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand; They are knit together, they are come up on my neck; he has made my strength to fail: The Lord has delivered me into their hands, against whom I am not able to stand.
7Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.
8Yahweh will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.
9I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"
6I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
2My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don't answer; in the night season, and am not silent.
3Surely against me he turns his hand again and again all the day.
4My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
3I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
11My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
1God, you are my God. I will earnestly seek you. My soul thirsts for you. My flesh longs for you, in a dry and weary land, where there is no water.
16My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
10Then I thought, "I will appeal to this: the years of the right hand of the Most High."
21For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
8You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
21You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my path. In the way in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.
9My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
12For innumerable evils have surrounded me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up. They are more than the hairs of my head. My heart has failed me.
31Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
28My soul is weary with sorrow: strengthen me according to your word.
7My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
2Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
26For you write bitter things against me, and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth: