| Psalms 6 6 |
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears. |
| Psalms 102 11 |
My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass. |
| Song of Solomon 5 2 |
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. |
| Psalms 77 6 |
I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search. |
| Job 19 2 |
How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words? |
| Job 17 11 |
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart. |
| Psalms 69 3 |
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God. |
| 2 Corinthians 2 4 |
For out of much affliction and anguish of heart I wrote unto you with many tears; not that ye should be grieved, but that ye might know the love which I have more abundantly unto you. |
| James 5 5 |
Ye have lived in pleasure on the earth, and been wanton; ye have nourished your hearts, as in a day of slaughter. |
| Lamentations 3 56 |
Thou hast heard my voice: hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry. |
| Psalms 38 6 |
I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long. |
| Song of Solomon 4 12 |
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. |
| Psalms 102 3 |
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. |
| James 4 9 |
Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to heaviness. |
| Job 10 1 |
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. |
| Psalms 45 1 |
My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer. |
| Song of Solomon 6 3 |
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies. |
| Psalms 88 3 |
For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave. |
| Ecclesiastes 3 4 |
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; |
| Isaiah 23 16 |
Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered. |
| Romans 1 11 |
For I long to see you, that I may impart unto you some spiritual gift, to the end ye may be established; |
| Psalms 58 8 |
As a snail which melteth, let every one of them pass away: like the untimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sun. |
| Isaiah 5 1 |
Now will I sing to my wellbeloved a song of my beloved touching his vineyard. My wellbeloved hath a vineyard in a very fruitful hill: |
| Psalms 31 10 |
For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed. |
| Psalms 102 4 |
My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread. |
| Job 30 15 |
Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud. |
| Song of Solomon 2 14 |
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. |
| Jeremiah 8 18 |
When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me. |
| Job 7 7 |
O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good. |
| Psalms 22 2 |
O my God, I cry in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent. |
| Ezekiel 7 10 |
Behold the day, behold, it is come: the morning is gone forth; the rod hath blossomed, pride hath budded. |
| Job 33 15 |
In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed; |
| Lamentations 3 19 |
Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall. |
| Job 31 7 |
If my step hath turned out of the way, and mine heart walked after mine eyes, and if any blot hath cleaved to mine hands; |
| Song of Solomon 2 9 |
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. |
| Job 27 3 |
All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils; |
| Psalms 61 2 |
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. |
| Psalms 132 14 |
This is my rest for ever: here will I dwell; for I have desired it. |
| Psalms 38 10 |
My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me. |
| Song of Solomon 4 1 |
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. |
| Proverbs 7 18 |
Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us solace ourselves with loves. |
| Song of Solomon 8 6 |
Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. |
| Job 16 16 |
My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death; |
| Habakkuk 3 19 |
The LORD God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds' feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments. |
| Job 9 28 |
I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent. |
| Job 13 12 |
Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay. |
| Isaiah 40 6 |
The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: |
| Psalms 114 6 |
Ye mountains, that ye skipped like rams; and ye little hills, like lambs? |
| Psalms 142 6 |
Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I. |
| Proverbs 17 22 |
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones. |