Psalms 142:4
Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.
Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.
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3When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way `in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.
5I have cried unto thee, O Jehovah, I have said, `Thou `art' my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.'
6Attend Thou unto my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver Thou me from my pursuers, For they have been stronger than I.
3For 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.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
20Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.
8But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, `are' mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.
2Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.
42They look, and there is no saviour; Unto Jehovah, and He hath not answered them.
16Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.
11Saying, `God hath forsaken him, Pursue and catch him, for there is no deliverer.'
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.
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?
11Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.
14Why, O Jehovah, castest Thou off my soul? Thou hidest Thy face from me.
14Ceased have my neighbours And my familiar friends have forgotten me,
12For compassed me have evils innumerable, Overtaken me have mine iniquities, And I have not been able to see; They have been more than the hairs of my head, And my heart hath forsaken me.
5And I look attentively, and there is none helping, And I am astonished that there is none supporting, And give salvation to me doth mine own arm. And my wrath -- it hath supported me.
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.
12On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
13They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'
3For strangers have risen up against me And terrible ones have sought my soul, They have not set God before them. Selah.
4Lo, God `is' a helper to me, The Lord `is' with those supporting my soul,
4And I -- I said: I have been cast out from before Thine eyes, (Yet I add to look unto Thy holy temple!)
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
28And I see that there is no man, Yea, of these that there is no counsellor, And I ask them, and they return word:
4I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
20I cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me.
13Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
9I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
14And I on Thee -- I have trusted, O Jehovah, I have said, `Thou `art' my God.'
15And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
9Hide not Thy face from me, Turn not aside in anger Thy servant, My help Thou hast been. Leave me not, nor forsake me, O God of my salvation.
22For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.
11Among all mine adversaries I have been a reproach, And to my neighbours exceedingly, And a fear to mine acquaintances, Those seeing me without -- fled from me.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
7Haste, answer me, O Jehovah, My spirit hath been consumed, Hide not Thou Thy face from me, Or I have been compared with those going down `to' the pit.
8Cleaved hath my soul after Thee, On me hath Thy right hand taken hold.
21Do not forsake me, O Jehovah, My God, be not far from me,
4And in the name of Jehovah I call: I pray Thee, O Jehovah, deliver 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.
21They 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.
25Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
7Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
7I rejoice, and am glad in Thy kindness, In that Thou hast seen mine affliction, Thou hast known in adversities my soul.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
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?