Psalms 32:4
When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.
When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.
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3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
6I have spread forth my hands unto Thee, My soul `is' as a weary land for Thee. Selah.
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.
3I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
4Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.
40I have been `thus': in the day consumed me hath drought, and frost by night, and wander doth my sleep from mine eyes.
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
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.
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.
5My sin I cause Thee to know, And mine iniquity I have not covered. I have said, `I confess concerning My transgressions to Jehovah,' And Thou -- Thou hast taken away, The iniquity of my sin. Selah.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
10For 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.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
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.
7Upon me hath Thy fury lain, And `with' all Thy breakers Thou hast afflicted. Selah.
3My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
6I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
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.
14And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
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.
7Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.
8By day Jehovah commandeth His kindness, And by night a song `is' with me, A prayer to the God of my life.
9I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
2My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.
3Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
3I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
1A Psalm of David, in his being in the wilderness of Judah. O God, Thou `art' my God, earnestly do I seek Thee, Thirsted for Thee hath my soul, Longed for Thee hath my flesh, In a land dry and weary, without waters.
16My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
10And I say: `My weakness is, The changes of the right hand of the Most High.'
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
21Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me.
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.
9Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.
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.
31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
28My soul hath dropped from affliction, Establish me according to Thy word.
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,
26For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth: