Jonah 2:4
And I -- I said: I have been cast out from before Thine eyes, (Yet I add to look unto Thy holy temple!)
And I -- I said: I have been cast out from before Thine eyes, (Yet I add to look unto Thy holy temple!)
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2And he saith: I called, because of my distress, to Jehovah, And He doth answer me, From the belly of sheol I have cried, Thou hast heard my voice.
3When Thou dost cast me `into' the deep, Into the heart of the seas, Then the flood doth compass me, All Thy breakers and Thy billows have passed over me.
5Compassed me have waters unto the soul, The deep doth compass me, The weed is bound to my head.
6To the cuttings of mountains I have come down, The earth, her bars `are' behind me to the age. And Thou bringest up from the pit my life, O Jehovah my God.
7In the feebleness within me of my soul Jehovah I have remembered, And come in unto Thee doth my prayer, Unto Thy holy temple.
22And I -- I have said in my haste, `I have been cut off from before Thine eyes,' But Thou hast heard the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee.
53They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.
54Flowed have waters over my head, I have said, I have been cut off.
5What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance -- My God!
6In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
7Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
15Mine eyes `are' continually unto Jehovah, For He bringeth out from a net my feet.
16Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.
2For thou `art' the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?
2I have sunk in deep mire, And there is no standing, I have come into the depths of the waters, And a flood hath overflown me.
14Why, O Jehovah, castest Thou off my soul? Thou hidest Thy face from me.
8To Thee said my heart `They sought my face, Thy face, O Jehovah, I seek.'
6Thou hast put me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in depths.
7Upon me hath Thy fury lain, And `with' all Thy breakers Thou hast afflicted. Selah.
8Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me, Thou hast made me an abomination to them, Shut up -- I go not forth.
11Cast me not forth from Thy presence, And Thy Holy Spirit take not from me.
10From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.
1A Song of the Ascents. From depths I have called Thee, Jehovah.
10`I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
11I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world.
8The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes `are' upon me -- and I am not.
17And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
5When the breakers of death compassed me, The streams of the worthless terrify me,
6The cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been the snares of death.
4Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.
20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
4One `thing' I asked of Jehovah -- it I seek. My dwelling in the house of Jehovah, All the days of my life, To look on the pleasantness of Jehovah, And to inquire in His temple.
14And I on Thee -- I have trusted, O Jehovah, I have said, `Thou `art' my God.'
8Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, And unto Jehovah I make supplication.
19How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
12A sea-`monster' am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?
3And now, O Jehovah, take, I pray Thee, my soul from me, for better `is' my death than my life.'
9I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
6In mine adversity I call Jehovah, And unto my God I cry. He heareth from His temple my voice, And My cry before Him cometh into His ears.
1To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?
17He sendeth from above -- He taketh me, He draweth me out of many waters.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
14As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
13Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,
13Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
4I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
2From the end of the land unto Thee I call, In the feebleness of my heart, Into a rock higher than I Thou dost lead me.