And the king said unto me, Why is thy countenance sad, seeing thou art not sick? this is nothing else but sorrow of heart. Then I was very sore afraid.
Psalm 13:2 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895 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? More versionsKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 How long shall I take counsel in my soul, Having sorrow in my heart daily? How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me? Amplified Bible - Classic Edition 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? American Standard Version (1901) 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? Common English Bible How long will I be left to my own wits, agony filling my heart? Daily? How long will my enemy keep defeating me? Catholic Public Domain Version The Lord has looked down from heaven upon the sons of men, to see if there were any who were considering or seeking God. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version The Lord hath looked down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there be any that understand and seek God. |
And the king said unto me, Why is thy countenance sad, seeing thou art not sick? this is nothing else but sorrow of heart. Then I was very sore afraid.
And Esther said, An adversary and an enemy, even this wicked Haman. Then Haman was afraid before the king and the queen.
If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; Being filled with ignominy And looking upon mine affliction.
To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, That man which is of the earth may be terrible no more.
The cords of death compassed me, And the pains of Sheol gat hold upon me I found trouble and sorrow
From the wicked that spoil me, My deadly enemies, that compass me about.
Let the lying lips be dumb; Which speak against the righteous insolently, With pride and contempt.
These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
Lest he tear my soul like a lion, Rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.
How long, O God, shall the adversary reproach? Shall the enemy blaspheme thy name for ever?
Remember this, that the enemy hath reproached, O LORD, And that foolish people have blasphemed thy name.
Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou established strength, Because of thine adversaries, That thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.
The enemy are come to an end, they are desolate for ever; And the cities which thou hast overthrown, Their very memorial is perished.
A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: But by sorrow of heart the spirit is broken.
All his days also he eateth in darkness, and he is sore vexed and hath sickness and wrath.
Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou indeed be unto me as a deceitful brook, as waters that fail?
Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the LORD hath added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.
Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
Her adversaries are become the head, her enemies prosper; for the LORD hath afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions: her young children are gone into captivity before the adversary.
Her filthiness was in her skirts; she remembered not her latter end; therefore is she come down wonderfully; she hath no comforter: behold, O LORD, my affliction; for the enemy hath magnified himself.
Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: abide ye here, and watch with me.
When I was daily with you in the temple, ye stretched not forth your hands against me: but this is your hour, and the power of darkness.
But because I have spoken these things unto you, sorrow hath filled your heart.
for indeed he was sick nigh unto death: but God had mercy on him; and not on him only, but on me also, that I might not have sorrow upon sorrow.
And Saul was yet the more afraid of David; and Saul was David's enemy continually.
For if a man find his enemy, will he let him go well away? wherefore the LORD reward thee good for that thou hast done unto me this day.