Psalms 13:2
Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?
Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?
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1 To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me? -- for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me?
3 For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
4 And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
3 And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
3 Look attentively; Answer me, O Jehovah, my God, Enlighten mine eyes, lest I sleep in death,
4 Lest mine enemy say, `I overcame him,' Mine adversaries joy when I am moved.
24 Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
9 I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
10 With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
11 What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!
10 Till when, O God, doth an adversary reproach? Doth an enemy despise thy name for ever?
5 An enemy pursueth my soul, and overtaketh, And treadeth down to the earth my life, And my honour placeth in the dust. Selah.
1 A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
2 Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.
46 Till when, O Jehovah, art Thou hidden? For ever doth Thy fury burn as fire?
5 Mine enemies say evil of me: When he dieth -- his name hath perished!
2 For 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?
1 To the Overseer. -- `On the Dumb Dove far off.' -- A secret treasure of David, in the Philistines' taking hold of him in Gath. Favour me, O God, for man swallowed me up, All the day fighting he oppresseth me,
2 Mine enemies have swallowed up all the day, For many `are' fighting against me, O most High,
10 For mine enemies have spoken against me, And those watching my soul have taken counsel together,
3 Till when `do' the wicked, O Jehovah? Till when do the wicked exult?
84 How many `are' the days of Thy servant? When dost Thou execute Against my pursuers judgment?
5 Till when, O Jehovah? art Thou angry for ever? Thy jealousy doth burn as fire.
3 Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.
7 Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
21 They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done `it', Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.
22 Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many `are' my sighs, and my heart `is' sick!
3 My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
6 Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.
8 All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.
13 Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,
19 How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
19 See my enemies, for they have been many, And with violent hatred they have hated me.
5 What! 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!
7 As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse.
2 Sons of men! till when `is' my glory for shame? Ye love a vain thing, ye seek a lie. Selah.
4 Jehovah, God of Hosts, till when? Thou hast burned against the prayer of Thy people.
2 Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
14 Why, O Jehovah, castest Thou off my soul? Thou hidest Thy face from me.
3 Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
9 Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
10 For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
15 -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.
13 From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
1 My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
13 I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
5 What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!
24 Judge me according to Thy righteousness, O Jehovah my God, And they do not rejoice over me.
13 They are ashamed, they are consumed, Who are opposing my soul, They are covered `with' reproach and blushing, Who are seeking my evil,
17 Lord, how long dost thou behold? Keep back my soul from their desolations, From young lions my only one.