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Psalm 13:2 - Revised Standard Version

2 How long must I bear pain in my soul, and have sorrow in my heart all the day? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 How long shall I take counsel in my soul, Having sorrow in my heart daily? How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 How long must I lay up cares within me and have sorrow in my heart day after day? How long shall my enemy exalt himself over me?

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 How long shall I take counsel in my soul, Having sorrow in my heart all the day? How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?

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Common English Bible

2 How long will I be left to my own wits, agony filling my heart? Daily? How long will my enemy keep defeating me?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 The Lord has looked down from heaven upon the sons of men, to see if there were any who were considering or seeking God.

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Psalm 13:2
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My grief is beyond healing, my heart is sick within me.


Why is my pain unceasing, my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Wilt thou be to me like a deceitful brook, like waters that fail?


Her foes have become the head, her enemies prosper, because the Lord has made her suffer for the multitude of her transgressions; her children have gone away, captives before the foe.


and spent all his days in darkness and grief, in much vexation and sickness and resentment?


A glad heart makes a cheerful countenance, but by sorrow of heart the spirit is broken.


If I am wicked, woe to me! If I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head, for I am filled with disgrace and look upon my affliction.


Indeed he was ill, near to death. But God had mercy on him, and not only on him but on me also, lest I should have sorrow upon sorrow.


that I have great sorrow and unceasing anguish in my heart.


But because I have said these things to you, sorrow has filled your hearts.


Then he said to them, “My soul is very sorrowful, even to death; remain here, and watch with me.”


Her uncleanness was in her skirts; she took no thought of her doom; therefore her fall is terrible, she has no comforter. “O Lord, behold my affliction, for the enemy has triumphed!”


The snares of death encompassed me; the pangs of Sheol laid hold on me; I suffered distress and anguish.


Remember this, O Lord, how the enemy scoffs, and an impious people reviles thy name.


How long, O God, is the foe to scoff? Is the enemy to revile thy name for ever?


These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I went with the throng, and led them in procession to the house of God, with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival.


Let the lying lips be dumb, which speak insolently against the righteous in pride and contempt.


from the wicked who despoil me, my deadly enemies who surround me.


to do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed, so that man who is of the earth may strike terror no more.


The enemy have vanished in everlasting ruins; their cities thou hast rooted out; the very memory of them has perished.


by the mouth of babes and infants, thou hast founded a bulwark because of thy foes, to still the enemy and the avenger.


lest like a lion they rend me, dragging me away, with none to rescue.


And Esther said, “A foe and enemy! This wicked Haman!” Then Haman was in terror before the king and the queen.


And the king said to me, “Why is your face sad, seeing you are not sick? This is nothing else but sadness of the heart.” Then I was very much afraid.


For if a man finds his enemy, will he let him go away safe? So may the Lord reward you with good for what you have done to me this day.


Saul was still more afraid of David. So Saul was David's enemy continually.


When I was with you day after day in the temple, you did not lay hands on me. But this is your hour, and the power of darkness.”


You said, ‘Woe is me! for the Lord has added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.’


For I am ready to fall, and my pain is ever with me.


Turn, O Lord, save my life; deliver me for the sake of thy steadfast love.


Why dost thou forget us for ever, why dost thou so long forsake us?


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