Psalms 40:12
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.
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.
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4For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.
13Be pleased, O Jehovah, to deliver me, O Jehovah, for my help make haste.
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.
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.
3Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
5Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.
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.
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.
21They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done `it', Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.
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!
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
2I have sunk in deep mire, And there is no standing, I have come into the depths of the waters, And a flood hath overflown me.
3I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
4Those hating me without cause Have been more than the hairs of my head, Mighty have been my destroyers, My lying enemies, That which I took not away -- I bring back.
11Thou, O Jehovah, restrainest not Thy mercies from me, Thy kindness and Thy truth do continually keep me.
16Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.
17The distresses of my heart have enlarged themselves, From my distresses bring me out.
18See mine affliction and my misery, And bear with all my sins.
19See my enemies, for they have been many, And with violent hatred they have hated me.
3Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.
1A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
2Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.
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.
4Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.
5Compassed me have waters unto the soul, The deep doth compass me, The weed is bound to my head.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
15He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
5When the breakers of death compassed me, The streams of the worthless terrify me,
6The cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been the snares of death.
4Compassed me have cords of death, And streams of the worthless make me afraid.
5Cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been snares of death.
3For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
13Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,
3For, lo, they laid wait for my soul, Assembled against me are strong ones, Not my transgression nor my sin, O Jehovah.
22For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
15In Thy hand `are' my times, Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, And from my pursuers.
15I `am' afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.
16Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,
6Attend Thou unto my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver Thou me from my pursuers, For they have been stronger than I.
22And 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.
11Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.
7Haste, 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.
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.