He brought me out into a broad place; he rescued me, because he delighted in me.
Psalm 31:9 - English Standard Version 2016 Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye is wasted from grief; my soul and my body also. Dugang nga mga bersyonKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: Mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Have mercy and be gracious unto me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; with grief my eye is weakened, also my inner self and my body. American Standard Version (1901) Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, yea, my soul and my body. Common English Bible Have mercy on me, LORD, because I’m depressed. My vision fails because of my grief, as do my spirit and my body. Catholic Public Domain Version Do not become like the horse and the mule, which have no understanding. Their jaws are constrained with bit and bridle, so as not to draw near to you. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Do not become like the horse and the mule, who have no understanding. With bit and bridle bind fast their jaws, who come not near unto thee. |
He brought me out into a broad place; he rescued me, because he delighted in me.
My eye has grown dim from vexation, and all my members are like a shadow.
Some sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, prisoners in affliction and in irons,
The Lord dealt with me according to my righteousness; according to the cleanness of my hands he rewarded me.
I pursued my enemies and overtook them, and did not turn back till they were consumed.
For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our belly clings to the ground.
My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes.
that which my lips uttered and my mouth promised when I was in trouble.
For all the day long I have been stricken and rebuked every morning.
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.
Our eyes failed, ever watching vainly for help; in our watching we watched for a nation which could not save.
For this our heart has become sick, for these things our eyes have grown dim,