Psalms 38:10
My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
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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.
6 I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7 For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8 I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
9 Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
82 Consumed have been mine eyes for Thy word, Saying, `When doth it comfort me?'
4 And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
18 And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
7 And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
3 For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
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.
26 Consumed hath been my flesh and my heart, The rock of my heart and my portion `is' God to the age.
22 For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.
23 As a shadow when it is stretched out I have gone, I have been driven away as a locust.
24 My knees have been feeble from fasting, And my flesh hath failed of fatness.
7 Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
11 My lovers and my friends over-against my plague stand. And my neighbours afar off have stood.
18 My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
4 My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
17 For this hath our heart been sick, For these have our eyes been dim.
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.
3 I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
4 Wandered hath my heart, trembling hath terrified me, The twilight of my desire He hath made a fear to 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.
11 My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
12 My 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.
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.
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.
28 My soul hath dropped from affliction, Establish me according to Thy word.
13 Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
51 My eye affecteth my soul, Because of all the daughters of my city.
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.
17 For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
2 My soul desired, yea, it hath also been consumed, For the courts of Jehovah, My heart and my flesh cry aloud unto the living God,
123 Mine eyes have been consumed for Thy salvation. And for the saying of Thy righteousness.
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.
13 Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
3 Look attentively; Answer me, O Jehovah, my God, Enlighten mine eyes, lest I sleep in death,
16 My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
9 Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.
23 He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
11 My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
9 Cast me not off at the time of old age, According to the consumption of my power forsake me not.
22 And 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.
16 Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.