Lamentations 1 20 |
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. |
Job 30 27 |
My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. |
Lamentations 2 11 |
Mine eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city. |
Psalms 38 7 |
For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh. |
Isaiah 16 11 |
Wherefore my bowels shall sound like an harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kirharesh. |
Isaiah 21 3 |
Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travaileth: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it. |
Philemon 1 20 |
Yea, brother, let me have joy of thee in the Lord: refresh my bowels in the Lord. |
Psalms 55 4 |
My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me. |
2 Chronicles 21 15 |
And thou shalt have great sickness by disease of thy bowels, until thy bowels fall out by reason of the sickness day by day. |
Philemon 1 12 |
Whom I have sent again: thou therefore receive him, that is, mine own bowels: |
Lamentations 1 16 |
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. |
Psalms 31 9 |
Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly. |
Job 32 19 |
Behold, my belly is as wine which hath no vent; it is ready to burst like new bottles. |
Job 3 24 |
For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters. |
Psalms 38 3 |
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin. |
Psalms 22 14 |
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels. |
Lamentations 3 56 |
Thou hast heard my voice: hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry. |
Job 30 16 |
And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me. |
Isaiah 17 12 |
Woe to the multitude of many people, which make a noise like the noise of the seas; and to the rushing of nations, that make a rushing like the rushing of mighty waters! |
Psalms 42 3 |
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? |
Job 6 4 |
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me. |
Lamentations 1 21 |
They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day that thou hast called, and they shall be like unto me. |
Psalms 38 8 |
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart. |
Proverbs 18 8 |
The words of a talebearer are as wounds, and they go down into the innermost parts of the belly. |
Exodus 22 23 |
If thou afflict them in any wise, and they cry at all unto me, I will surely hear their cry; |
Psalms 40 12 |
For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me. |
2 Samuel 22 35 |
He teacheth my hands to war; so that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms. |
Jeremiah 13 17 |
But if ye will not hear it, my soul shall weep in secret places for your pride; and mine eye shall weep sore, and run down with tears, because the LORD's flock is carried away captive. |
Acts 1 18 |
Now this man purchased a field with the reward of iniquity; and falling headlong, he burst asunder in the midst, and all his bowels gushed out. |
Psalms 44 25 |
For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleaveth unto the earth. |
Psalms 142 6 |
Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I. |
Job 30 31 |
My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep. |
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. |
Song of Solomon 7 2 |
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies. |
Habakkuk 3 16 |
When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the voice: rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in myself, that I might rest in the day of trouble: when he cometh up unto the people, he will invade them with his troops. |
Psalms 55 2 |
Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise; |
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 25 17 |
The troubles of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my distresses. |
Psalms 38 6 |
I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long. |
2 Corinthians 7 11 |
For behold this selfsame thing, that ye sorrowed after a godly sort, what carefulness it wrought in you, yea, what clearing of yourselves, yea, what indignation, yea, what fear, yea, what vehement desire, yea, what zeal, yea, what revenge! In all things ye have approved yourselves to be clear in this matter. |
Isaiah 42 14 |
I have long time holden my peace; I have been still, and refrained myself: now will I cry like a travailing woman; I will destroy and devour at once. |
Psalms 69 3 |
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God. |
Proverbs 23 29 |
Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes? |
Isaiah 24 8 |
The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth. |
Lamentations 1 12 |
Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the LORD hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger. |
Psalms 56 1 |
Be merciful unto me, O God: for man would swallow me up; he fighting daily oppresseth me. |
Job 16 13 |
His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. |
Jeremiah 51 32 |
And that the passages are stopped, and the reeds they have burned with fire, and the men of war are affrighted. |
Psalms 69 19 |
Thou hast known my reproach, and my shame, and my dishonour: mine adversaries are all before thee. |