Psalms 131:2
Have I not compared, and kept silent my soul, As a weaned one by its mother? As a weaned one by me `is' my soul.
Have I not compared, and kept silent my soul, As a weaned one by its mother? As a weaned one by me `is' my soul.
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1A Song of the Ascents, by David. Jehovah, my heart hath not been haughty, Nor have mine eyes been high, Nor have I walked in great things, And in things too wonderful for me.
13For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,
7Turn back, O my soul, to thy rest, For Jehovah hath conferred benefits on thee.
2I was dumb `with' silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.
5I hoped `for' Jehovah -- hoped hath my soul, And for His word I have waited.
6My soul `is' for the Lord, More than those watching for morning, Watching for morning!
3Israel doth wait on Jehovah, From henceforth, and unto the age!
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
14I have kept silent from of old, I keep silent, I refrain myself, As a travailing woman I cry out, I desolate and swallow up together.
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.
14As `if' a friend, as `if' my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.
2From the mouths of infants and sucklings Thou hast founded strength, Because of Thine adversaries, To still an enemy and a self-avenger.
6Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.
1To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. I have diligently expected Jehovah, And He inclineth to me, and heareth my cry,
10Desist, and know that I `am' God, I am exalted among nations, I am exalted in the earth.
2And he maketh my mouth as a sharp sword, In the shadow of His hand He hath hid me, And He maketh me for a clear arrow, In His quiver He hath hid me.
1To the Overseer, for Jeduthun. -- A Psalm of David. Only -- toward God `is' my soul silent, From Him `is' my salvation.
3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
17Unless Jehovah `were' a help to me, My soul had almost inhabited silence.
20Remember well, and bow down doth my soul in me.
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!
18And dwelt hath My people in a peaceful habitation, And in stedfast tabernacles, And in quiet resting-places.
1To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved `to' Thy mountain for the bird?
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.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
1A Song of the Ascents. From depths I have called Thee, Jehovah.
2Lord, hearken to my voice, Thine ears are attentive to the voice of my supplications.
6By Thee I have been supported from the womb, From my mother's bowels Thou dost cut me out, In Thee `is' my praise continually.
17And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
16And I hastened not from feeding after Thee, And the desperate day I have not desired, Thou -- Thou hast known, The produce of my lips, before Thy face it hath been,
9For thou `art' He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
3And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
2In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.
11What! 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!
3For, a son I have been to my father -- tender, And an only one before my mother.
18(But from my youth He grew up with me as `with' a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)
13As one whom his mother comforteth, so do I comfort you, Yea, in Jerusalem ye are comforted.
1By David. Unto Thee, O Jehovah, my soul I lift up.
14This `is' My rest for ever and ever, Here do I sit, for I have desired it.
5Only -- for God, be silent, O my soul, For from Him `is' my hope.
14And I on Thee -- I have trusted, O Jehovah, I have said, `Thou `art' my God.'
5I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
7At rest -- quiet hath been all the earth, They have broken forth `into' singing.
11When I was a babe, as a babe I was speaking, as a babe I was thinking, as a babe I was reasoning, and when I have become a man, I have made useless the things of the babe;
25For I have satiated the weary soul, And every grieved soul I have filled.'
24My portion `is' Jehovah, hath my soul said, Therefore I hope for Him.
8In peace together I lie down and sleep, For Thou, O Jehovah, alone, In confidence dost cause me to dwell!
16(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)