Psalms 31:9 Cross References - YLT

⁹ Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress is to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.

⁷ And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.

¹⁹ And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones is enduring. ²⁰ And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food. ²¹ His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen! ²² And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.

¹ To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. —A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me. ² Favour me, O Jehovah, for I am weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

⁷ Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

¹⁴ As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels. ¹⁵ Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

¹ A Psalm of David, `To cause to remember.' Jehovah, in Thy wrath reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me. ² For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand. ³ Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin. ⁴ For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden—too heavy for me. ⁵ Stunk—become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly. ⁶ I have been bent down, I have been bowed down—unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning. ⁷ For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh. ⁸ I have been feeble and smitten—unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart. ⁹ Lord, before Thee is all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid. ¹⁰ My heart is panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.

²⁵ For bowed to the dust hath our soul, Cleaved to the earth hath our belly.

¹⁴ For opened were my lips, And my mouth spake in my distress:

¹⁴ And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof is every morning.

²⁶ Consumed hath been my flesh and my heart, The rock of my heart and my portion is God to the age.

³ For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol. ⁴ I have been reckoned with those going down to the pit, I have been as a man without strength. ⁵ Among the dead—free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.

⁹ Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.

³ For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned. ⁴ Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread. ⁵ From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.

¹⁰ Inhabitants of dark places and death-shade, Prisoners of affliction and of iron,

¹⁷ While we exist—consumed are our eyes for our vain help, In our watch-tower we have watched for a nation that saveth not.

¹⁷ For this hath our heart been sick, For these have our eyes been dim.