Psalms 77:3
I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
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1To the Overseer, for Jeduthun. -- A Psalm of Asaph. My voice `is' to God, and I cry, my voice `is' to God, And He hath given ear unto me.
2In 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.
4Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.
19Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!
20Remember well, and bow down doth my soul in me.
6I remember my music in the night, With my heart I meditate, and my spirit doth search diligently:
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
5I have remembered days of old, I have meditated on all Thine acts, On the work of Thy hand I muse.
26I was not safe -- nor was I quiet -- Nor was I at rest -- and trouble cometh!
7In the feebleness within me of my soul Jehovah I have remembered, And come in unto Thee doth my prayer, Unto Thy holy temple.
2I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.
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.
9Hath God forgotten `His' favours? Hath He shut up in anger His mercies? Selah.
10And I say: `My weakness is, The changes of the right hand of the Most High.'
3My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
4These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!
5What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance -- My God!
6In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
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.
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.
27My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
9I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
4My voice `is' unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.
5I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
3Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
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.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
17And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
3I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
6Yea, if I have remembered, then I have been troubled. And my flesh hath taken fright.
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
1My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
5What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!
3And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
6If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches -- I meditate on Thee.
11What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
7O Jehovah, in Thy good pleasure, Thou hast caused strength to remain for my mountain,' Thou hast hidden Thy face -- I have been troubled.
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.
27Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
2I was dumb `with' silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.
3For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.