My heart's griefs are increas'd: me from distress relieve.
The troubles of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my distresses.
The troubles of my heart are multiplied; bring me out of my distresses.
The troubles of my heart are enlarged: Oh bring thou me out of my distresses.
My heart’s troubles keep getting bigger— set me free from my distress!
their soul. When straits them press, They cry unto the Lord, and he them frees from their distress.
The troubles that afflict the just in number many be; But yet at length out of them all the Lord doth set him free.
At the noise of thy water-spouts deep unto deep doth call; Thy breaking waves pass over me, yea, and thy billows all.