Psalms 73:14
And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
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6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
15If I have said, `I recount thus,' Lo, a generation of Thy sons I have deceived.
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
2Me He hath led, and causeth to go `in' darkness, and without light.
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.
5He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
13Only -- a vain thing! I have purified my heart, And I wash in innocency my hands,
14I have been a derision to all my people, Their song all the day.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
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.
18Jah hath sorely chastened me, And to death hath not given me up.
19And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
1A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:
2Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.
3Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.
5All the day they wrest my words, Concerning me all their thoughts `are' for evil,
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
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.
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.
6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
2Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
35`They smote me, I have not been sick, They beat me, I have not known. When I awake -- I seek it yet again!'
31For unto God hath any said: `I have taken away, I do not corruptly,
4If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.
3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
4When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.
15-- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.
7Upon me hath Thy fury lain, And `with' all Thy breakers Thou hast afflicted. Selah.
15I `am' afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.
13I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
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!
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
10And I weep in the fasting of my soul, And it is for a reproach to me.
1A Psalm of David, `To cause to remember.' Jehovah, in Thy wrath reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.
8All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against 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.
15All the day my confusion `is' before me, And the shame of my face hath covered me.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
20I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?
3These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --
27My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
71Good for me that I have been afflicted, That I might learn Thy statutes.
8Because from the time I speak I cry out, `Violence and destruction,' I cry, For the word of Jehovah hath been to me For reproach and for derision all the day.
1To 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.
2Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?