Psalms 31:10
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.
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.
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9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
9Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
7Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
3For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
4Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
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.
12I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.
14As 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.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
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.
13From 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.
14Bound hath been the yoke of my transgressions by His hand, They are wrapped together, They have gone up on my neck, He hath caused my power to stumble, The Lord hath given me into hands, I am not able to rise.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
2Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
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.
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.
3For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
22Come 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!
1My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
10`I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
3Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.
4For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
23He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on 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.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
24My knees have been feeble from fasting, And my flesh hath failed of fatness.
12My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
22For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.