Bible Verses About Psalms

Jehovah supporteth on a couch of sickness, All his bed Thou hast turned in his weakness.

I--I said, `O Jehovah, favour me, Heal my soul, for I did sin against Thee,'

Mine enemies say evil of me: When he dieth--his name hath perished!

And if he came to see--vanity he speaketh, His heart gathereth iniquity to itself, He goeth out--at the street he speaketh.

All hating me whisper together against me, Against me they devise evil to me:

A thing of Belial is poured out on him, And because he lay down he riseth not again.

Even mine ally, in whom I trusted, One eating my bread, made great the heel against me,

And Thou, Jehovah, favour me, And cause me to rise, And I give recompence to them.

By this I have known, That Thou hast delighted in me, Because my enemy shouteth not over me.

As to me, in mine integrity, Thou hast taken hold upon me, And causest me to stand before Thee to the age.

Blessed is Jehovah, God of Israel, From the age--and unto the age. Amen and Amen.

To the Overseer. --An Instruction. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, O God.

My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?

My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where is thy God?'

These 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!

What! 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!

In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.

By day Jehovah commandeth His kindness, And by night a song is with me, A prayer to the God of my life.

I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?

With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where is thy God?'

What! 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!

Judge me, O God, And plead my cause against a nation not pious, From a man of deceit and perverseness Thou dost deliver me,

For thou art the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?

Send forth Thy light and Thy truth, They--they lead me, they bring me in, Unto Thy holy hill, and unto Thy tabernacles.