Psalms 55:4
My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
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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.
3Therefore filled have been my loins `with' great pain, Pangs have seized me as pangs of a travailing woman, I have been bent down by hearing, I have been troubled by seeing.
4Wandered hath my heart, trembling hath terrified me, The twilight of my desire He hath made a fear to me,
3Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.
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.
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!
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,
25For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.
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.
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.
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.
17At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
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.
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.
15Therefore, from His presence I am troubled, I consider, and am afraid of Him.
16And God hath made my heart soft, And the Mighty hath troubled me.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
19My bowels, my bowels! I am pained `at' the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul -- a shout of battle!
1Also, at this my heart trembleth, And it moveth from its place.
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.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
4For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
3For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
14Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my bones caused to fear.
22For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.
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.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
17The distresses of my heart have enlarged themselves, From my distresses bring me out.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
53Horror hath seized me, Because of the wicked forsaking Thy law.
6Yea, if I have remembered, then I have been troubled. And my flesh hath taken fright.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
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.
15And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
4For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.