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Psalm 13:2

The Passion Translation

How much longer must I cling to this constant grief? I’ve endured this shaking of my soul. So how much longer will my enemy have the upper hand?

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My joy has vanished, grief grips my soul, and I am sick at heart.

Why must my pain be endless? Why are my wounds incurable? Why won’t they heal? You’ve been to me like a deceitful spring that stops flowing, like a brook that goes dry.”

Her foes have the upper hand while her enemies are now at ease. For Yahweh has made Jerusalem suffer for her many, many sins. Her young children are taken into captivity as captives before the oppressor.

A cheerful heart puts a smile on your face, but a broken heart leads to depression.

It’s true he almost died, but God showed him mercy and healed him. And I’m so thankful to God for his healing, as I was spared from having the sorrow of losing him on top of all my other troubles!

Instead your hearts are filled with sadness because I’ve told you these things.

And he said to them, “My heart is overwhelmed and crushed with grief. It feels as though I’m dying. Stay here and keep watch with me.”

Her filth stains her skirts— she never pictured this outcome. Therefore, her fall is terrible with no one to comfort her. Jerusalem groans, “Yahweh, look how miserable I am; all the while my enemy gloats!”

Death once stared me in the face, and I was close to slipping into its dark shadows. I was terrified and overcome with sorrow.

O  Yahweh, don’t ever forget how these arrogant enemies, like fools, have mocked your name.

God, how much longer will you let this go on and allow these barbarians to blaspheme your name? Will you stand back and watch them get away with this forever?

So I speak over my heartbroken soul, “Take courage. Remember when you used to be right out front leading the procession of praise when the great crowd of worshipers gathered to go into the presence of the Lord? You shouted with joy as the sound of passionate celebration filled the air and the joyous multitude of lovers honored the feast of the Lord!”

At last their lying lips will be muted in their graves. For they are arrogant, filled with contempt and conceit as they speak against the godly.

Protect me there from all my foes. For there are many who surround my soul to completely destroy me.

The orphans and the oppressed will be terrified no longer, for you will bring them justice, and no earth-dweller will trouble them again.

The Lord thundered and our enemies have been cut off, vanished in everlasting ruins. All their cities have been destroyed— even the memory of them has been erased.

You have built a stronghold by the songs of children. Strength rises up with the chorus of infants. This kind of praise has power to shut Satan’s mouth. Childlike worship will silence the madness of those who oppose you.

There is none to deliver me but you! Don’t let my foes fall upon me like fierce lions with teeth bared. Can’t you see how they want to rip my soul to shreds?

You could have seized me at any time. But in the darkness of night you have now found your time, for it belongs to you and to the prince of darkness.”

‘You have been thinking: “These are horrible times for me. In addition to my pain, now Yahweh adds sorrow to my troubles. I am worn out with groaning, with relief nowhere in sight!” ’

I’m slipping away and on the verge of a breakdown, with nothing but sorrow and sighing.

Yahweh, turn to me and rescue my life because I know your faithful love will never fail me.

Have you forgotten us forever? Why have you abandoned us for so long?




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