Psalms 88:4
I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
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3For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
5Among the dead -- free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.
6Thou hast put me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in depths.
10`I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
11I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world.
12My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end 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.
14Why, O Jehovah, castest Thou off my soul? Thou hidest Thy face from me.
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,
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.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
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.
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.
12I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.
8Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me, Thou hast made me an abomination to them, Shut up -- I go not forth.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
6In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
4And I -- I said: I have been cast out from before Thine eyes, (Yet I add to look unto Thy holy temple!)
5Compassed me have waters unto the soul, The deep doth compass me, The weed is bound to my head.
6To the cuttings of mountains I have come down, The earth, her bars `are' behind me to the age. And Thou bringest up from the pit my life, O Jehovah my God.
1By David. Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, My rock, be not silent to me! Lest Thou be silent to me, And I have been compared With those going down to the pit.
4Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
3Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.
6And I `am' a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
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.
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
3Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down `to' the pit.
53They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.
54Flowed have waters over my head, I have said, I have been cut off.
4For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.
5Cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been snares of death.
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.
16`To' the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.
9`What gain `is' in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?
13If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
28Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
6The cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been the snares of death.
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.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
18For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.