Psalms 143:4
And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
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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 My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
3 When 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.
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.
16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
14 As 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.
15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
4 Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
5 From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
10 My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
11 My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
18 My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
20 See, 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.
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.
21 For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
8 I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
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.
7 Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
6 In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
4 Wandered hath my heart, trembling hath terrified me, The twilight of my desire He hath made a fear to 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!
6 In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
7 Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
2 Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?
20 Remember well, and bow down doth my soul in me.
12 For 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.
17 And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
18 And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
22 For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.
7 Haste, 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.
3 I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
3 For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
4 I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
1 My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
16 For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.
16 Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.
6 I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
12 I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.
11 My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
3 And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
1 To 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?
4 And I -- I said: I have been cast out from before Thine eyes, (Yet I add to look unto Thy holy temple!)
7 And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
16 And God hath made my heart soft, And the Mighty hath troubled me.
4 He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
53 They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.
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.
17 For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.