Psalms 38:6

Don’t you be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you. Yes, I will help you. Yes, I will uphold you with the right hand of my righteousness.

A cheerful heart makes good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

For the arms of the wicked shall be broken, but Yahweh upholds the righteous.

A glad heart makes a cheerful face, but an aching heart breaks the spirit.

Yahweh opens the eyes of the blind. Yahweh raises up those who are bowed down. Yahweh loves the righteous.

I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

Though he stumble, he shall not fall, for Yahweh holds him up with his hand.

Joy comes to a man with the reply of his mouth. How good is a word at the right time!

The Lord Yahweh has given me the tongue of those who are taught, that I may know how to sustain with words him who is weary. He awakens morning by morning, he awakens my ear to hear as those who are taught.

Should evil be recompensed for good? For they have dug a pit for my soul. Remember how I stood before you to speak good for them, to turn away your wrath from them.

Ought not this woman, being a daughter of Abraham whom Satan had bound eighteen long years, be freed from this bondage on the Sabbath day?”

The cords of Sheol were around me. The snares of death caught me.

“If you set your heart aright, stretch out your hands toward him.

The cords of death surrounded me. The floods of ungodliness made me afraid.

I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.

My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail looking for my God.

We all roar like bears and moan bitterly like doves. We look for justice, but there is none, for salvation, but it is far off from us.

She weeps bitterly in the night. Her tears are on her cheeks. Among all her lovers she has no one to comfort her. All her friends have dealt treacherously with her. They have become her enemies.

An arm of flesh is with him, but Yahweh our God is with us to help us and to fight our battles.” The people rested themselves on the words of Hezekiah king of Judah.

The nations have sunk down in the pit that they made. In the net which they hid, their own foot is taken.

Yahweh is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.

I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of Yahweh in the land of the living.

Yahweh is my strength and my shield. My heart has trusted in him, and I am helped. Therefore my heart greatly rejoices. With my song I will thank him.

But in my adversity, they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together. The attackers gathered themselves together against me, and I didn’t know it. They tore at me, and didn’t cease.

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”

I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him: my Savior, my helper, and my God.

For they didn’t get the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them; but your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face, because you were favorable to them.

But now you rejected us, and brought us to dishonor, and don’t go out with our armies.

But I will always hope, and will add to all of your praise.

Be merciful to me, Lord, for I call to you all day long.

Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?

I spread out my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land.

He who diligently seeks good seeks favor, but he who searches after evil, it shall come to him.

Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

But those of those who escape, they will escape and will be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them moaning, everyone in his iniquity.

It is decreed: she is uncovered, she is carried away; and her servants moan as with the voice of doves, beating on their breasts.

A certain woman, who had a discharge of blood for twelve years,

Yah is my strength and song. He has become my salvation. This is my God, and I will praise him; my father’s God, and I will exalt him.

Yahweh lift up his face toward you, and give you peace.’

You, Solomon my son, know the God of your father, and serve him with a perfect heart and with a willing mind; for Yahweh searches all hearts, and understands all the imaginations of the thoughts. If you seek him, he will be found by you; but if you forsake him, he will cast you off forever.

so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.

My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

Pluck me out of the net that they have laid secretly for me, for you are my stronghold.

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.

Rest in Yahweh, and wait patiently for him. Don’t fret because of him who prospers in his way, because of the man who makes wicked plots happen.

There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.

Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.

My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.

For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.

He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay. He set my feet on a rock, and gave me a firm place to stand.

For innumerable evils have surrounded me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up. They are more than the hairs of my head. My heart has failed me.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.

For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

When I am afraid, I will put my trust in you.

I have put my trust in God. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?

From the end of the earth, I will call to you when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

Don’t reject me in my old age. Don’t forsake me when my strength fails.

I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed.

Blessed are those who dwell in your house. They are always praising you.

For Yahweh won’t reject his people, neither will he forsake his inheritance.

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

The cords of death surrounded me, the pains of Sheol got a hold of me. I found trouble and sorrow.

The proud have hidden a snare for me, they have spread the cords of a net by the path. They have set traps for me.

Yahweh, the Lord, the strength of my salvation, you have covered my head in the day of battle.

They will say of me, ‘There is righteousness and strength only in Yahweh.’ ” Even to him will men come. All those who raged against him will be disappointed.

I will strengthen them in Yahweh; and they will walk up and down in his name,” says Yahweh.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.

Attend to me, and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and moan

They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into the middle of it themselves.

My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.

Yahweh upholds all who fall, and raises up all those who are bowed down.

Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs it down, but a kind word makes it glad.

I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.”

Behold, there was a woman who had a spirit of infirmity eighteen years. She was bent over, and could in no way straighten herself up.