Աստվածաշնչի համարներ Desperation

Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.

Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and he saveth them out of their distresses.

But I am poor and needy: make haste unto me, O God: thou art my help and my deliverer; O Lord, make no tarrying.

Then they cried unto the Lord in their trouble, and he saved them out of their distresses.

Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses.

In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.

But when they in their trouble did turn unto the Lord God of Israel, and sought him, he was found of them.

In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried to my God: and he did hear my voice out of his temple, and my cry did enter into his ears.

Then they cried unto the Lord in their trouble, and he delivered them out of their distresses.

Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.

And ofttimes it hath cast him into the fire, and into the waters, to destroy him: but if thou canst do any thing, have compassion on us, and help us.

The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.

Now she that is a widow indeed, and desolate, trusteth in God, and continueth in supplications and prayers night and day.

When your fear cometh as desolation, and your destruction cometh as a whirlwind; when distress and anguish cometh upon you.

And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the Lord:

For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications when I cried unto thee.

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.

For we would not, brethren, have you ignorant of our trouble which came to us in Asia, that we were pressed out of measure, above strength, insomuch that we despaired even of life:

For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink:

Behold, O Lord; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;

Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.

This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles.

I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me.

And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father’s have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger!

Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.

My soul fainteth for thy salvation: but I hope in thy word.

Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.

From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.

When the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue faileth for thirst, I the Lord will hear them, I the God of Israel will not forsake them.

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.

For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.

For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.

Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.

My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.