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Psalm 13:2

Young's Literal Translation 1862

Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?

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and the king saith to me, `Wherefore `is' thy face sad, and thou not sick? this is nothing except sadness of heart;' and I fear very much,

And Esther saith, `The man -- adversary and enemy -- `is' this wicked Haman;' and Haman hath been afraid at the presence of the king and of the queen.

If I have done wickedly -- wo to me, And righteously -- I lift not up my head, Full of shame -- then see my affliction,

To judge the fatherless and bruised: He addeth no more to oppress -- man of the earth!

Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.

From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.

Let lips of falsehood become dumb, That are speaking against the righteous, Ancient sayings, in pride and contempt.

For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.

These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.

Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.

Till when, O God, doth an adversary reproach? Doth an enemy despise thy name for ever?

Remember this -- an enemy reproached Jehovah, And a foolish people have despised Thy name.

From the mouths of infants and sucklings Thou hast founded strength, Because of Thine adversaries, To still an enemy and a self-avenger.

O thou Enemy, Finished have been destructions for ever, As to cities thou hast plucked up, Perished hath their memorial with them.

A joyful heart maketh glad the face, And by grief of heart is the spirit smitten.

Also all his days in darkness he consumeth, and sadness, and wrath, and sickness abound.

Why hath my pain been perpetual? And my wound incurable? It hath refused to be healed, Thou art surely to me as a failing stream, Waters not stedfast.

`Thou hast said, Wo to me, now, for Jehovah hath added sorrow to my pain, I have been wearied with my sighing, and rest I have not found.

My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.

Her adversaries have become chief, Her enemies have been at ease, For Jehovah hath afflicted her, For the abundance of her transgressions, Her infants have gone captive before the adversary.

Her uncleanness `is' in her skirts, She hath not remembered her latter end, And she cometh down wonderfully, There is no comforter for her. See, O Jehovah, mine affliction, For exerted himself hath an enemy.

Why for ever dost Thou forget us? Thou forsakest us for length of days!

then saith he to them, `Exceedingly sorrowful is my soul -- unto death; abide ye here, and watch with me.'

while daily I was with you in the temple, ye did stretch forth no hands against me; but this is your hour and the power of the darkness.'

but because these things I have said to you, the sorrow hath filled your heart.

that I have great grief and unceasing pain in my heart --

for he also ailed nigh to death, but God did deal kindly with him, and not with him only, but also with me, that sorrow upon sorrow I might not have.

and Saul addeth to be afraid of the presence of David yet; and Saul is an enemy with David all the days.

and that a man doth find his enemy, and hath sent him away in a good manner; and Jehovah doth repay thee good for that which thou didst to me this day.




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