Psalms 22:9
For thou `art' He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
For thou `art' He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
10On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou `art' my God.
11Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.
5For Thou `art' my hope, O Lord Jehovah, My trust from my youth.
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.
7As a wonder I have been to many, And Thou `art' my strong refuge.
13For Thou -- Thou hast possessed my reins, Thou dost cover me in my mother's belly.
14I confess Thee, because that `with' wonders I have been distinguished. Wonderful `are' Thy works, And my soul is knowing `it' well.
15My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth.
16Mine unformed substance Thine eyes saw, And on Thy book all of them are written, The days they were formed -- And not one among them.
17Because he hath not put me to death from the womb, And my mother is to me -- my grave, And her womb a pregnancy age-during.
18Why `is' this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!
8`Roll unto Jehovah, He doth deliver him, He doth deliver him, for he delighted in him.'
1Hearken, O isles, unto me, And attend, O peoples, from afar, Jehovah from the womb hath called me, From the bowels of my mother He hath made mention of my name.
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.
18(But from my youth He grew up with me as `with' a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)
10Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
11Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
12Wherefore have knees been before me? And what `are' breasts, that I suck?
3Hearken unto Me, O house of Jacob, And all the remnant of Israel, Who are borne from the belly, Who are carried from the womb,
18And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
19As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
10When my father and my mother Have forsaken me, then doth Jehovah gather me.
15Did not He that made me in the womb make him? Yea, prepare us in the womb doth One.
5`Before I form thee in the belly, I have known thee; and before thou comest forth from the womb I have separated thee, a prophet to nations I have made thee.'
14And I on Thee -- I have trusted, O Jehovah, I have said, `Thou `art' my God.'
5Lo, in iniquity I have been brought forth, And in sin doth my mother conceive me.
17He sendeth from above -- He taketh me, He draweth me out of many waters.
10Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?
11Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
8Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!
16He sendeth from above -- He taketh me, He draweth me out of many waters.
16(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)
2From the mouths of infants and sucklings Thou hast founded strength, Because of Thine adversaries, To still an enemy and a self-avenger.
3For, a son I have been to my father -- tender, And an only one before my mother.
15Forget doth a woman her suckling, The loved one -- the son of her womb? Yea, these forget -- but I -- I forget not thee.
2Thus said Jehovah, thy Maker, and thy Former, From the womb He doth help thee; Fear not, my servant Jacob, And Jeshurun, whom I have fixed on.
20And He bringeth me out to a large place, He draweth me out for He delighted in me.
25Before mountains were sunk, Before heights, I was brought forth.
4As to thy nativity, in the day thou wast born, Thou -- thy navel hath not been cut, And in water thou wast not washed for ease, And thou hast not been salted at all, And thou hast not been swaddled at all.
5No eye hath had pity on thee, to do to thee any of these, To have compassion on thee, And thou art cast on the face of the field, With loathing of thy person. In the day thou hast been born -- thou!
8Yea, thou hast not heard, Yea, thou hast not known, Yea, from that time not opened hath thine ear, For I have known thou dealest treacherously, And `Transgressor from the belly,' One is crying to thee.
4In Thee did our fathers trust -- they trusted, And Thou dost deliver them.
19And He bringeth me forth to a large place, He draweth me out, because He delighted in me.
1A Secret Treasure of David. Preserve me, O God, for I did trust in Thee.
1Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,
26He proclaimeth me: `Thou `art' my Father, My God, and the rock of my salvation.'
2Have I not compared, and kept silent my soul, As a weaned one by its mother? As a weaned one by me `is' my soul.
49And bringing me forth from mine enemies, Yea, above my withstanders Thou raisest me up. From a man of violence Thou deliverest me.
22Thou dost call as `at' a day of appointment, My fears from round about, And there hath not been in the day of the anger of Jehovah, An escaped and remaining one, They whom I stretched out and nourished, My enemy hath consumed!
4Bring me out from the net that they hid for me, For Thou `art' my strength.