Psalms 6:2
Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
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3 And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
4 Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.
3 Jehovah supporteth on a couch of sickness, All his bed Thou hast turned in his weakness.
4 I -- I said, `O Jehovah, favour me, Heal my soul, for I did sin against Thee,'
1 To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.
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.
2 Jehovah my God, I have cried to Thee, And Thou dost heal me.
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.
16 Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.
17 The distresses of my heart have enlarged themselves, From my distresses bring me out.
10 Hear, O Jehovah, and favour me, O Jehovah, be a helper to me.'
4 He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
13 Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,
14 Heal me, O Jehovah, and I am healed, Save me, and I am saved, for my praise `art' Thou.
5 From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
22 For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.
1 A Psalm of David, `To cause to remember.' Jehovah, in Thy wrath reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.
2 For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
3 Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.
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.
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.
26 Help me, O Jehovah my God, Save me, according to Thy kindness.
16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17 At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
8 Thou causest me to hear joy and gladness, Thou makest joyful bones Thou hast bruised.
11 For Thy name's sake O Jehovah, Thou dost quicken me, In Thy righteousness, Thou bringest out from distress my soul,
4 And in the name of Jehovah I call: I pray Thee, O Jehovah, deliver my soul,
5 Gracious `is' Jehovah, and righteous, Yea, our God `is' merciful,
6 A preserver of the simple `is' Jehovah, I was low, and to me He giveth salvation.
13 Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
6 Attend Thou unto my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver Thou me from my pursuers, For they have been stronger than I.
3 Favour me, O Lord, for to Thee I call all the day.
7 Hear, O Jehovah, my voice -- I call, And favour me, and answer me.
1 To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David, in the coming inn unto him of Nathan the prophet, when he hath gone in unto Bath-Sheba. Favour me, O God, according to Thy kindness, According to the abundance of Thy mercies, Blot out my transgressions.
13 From 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.
1 To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not.' -- A secret treasure of David, in his fleeing from the face of Saul into a cave. Favour me, O God, favour me, For in Thee is my soul trusting, And in the shadow of Thy wings I trust, Until the calamities pass over.
107 I have been afflicted very much, O Jehovah, quicken me, according to Thy word.
7 I rejoice, and am glad in Thy kindness, In that Thou hast seen mine affliction, Thou hast known in adversities my soul.
6 I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
13 Be pleased, O Jehovah, to deliver me, O Jehovah, for my help make haste.
16 Answer me, O Jehovah, for good `is' Thy kindness, According to the abundance Of Thy mercies turn Thou unto me,
21 For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
4 My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
28 My soul hath dropped from affliction, Establish me according to Thy word.
76 Let, I pray Thee, Thy kindness be to comfort me, According to Thy saying to Thy servant.
2 In 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.