How long must I wrestle in my soul, with sorrow in my heart each day? How long will my enemy dominate me?
Do not gloat over me, my enemy! Though I have fallen, I will arise; though I sit in darkness, the LORD will be my light.
My sorrow is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
Why is my pain unending, and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? You have indeed become like a mirage to me—water
A joyful heart makes a cheerful countenance, but sorrow of the heart crushes the spirit.
For the enemy has pursued my soul, crushing my life to the ground, making me dwell in darkness like those long since dea
Her foes have become her masters; her enemies are at ease. For the LORD has brought her grief because of her many transg
Have mercy on us, O LORD, have mercy, for we have endured much contempt.
If I go east, He is not there, and if I go west, I cannot find Him.
If I am guilty, woe to me! And even if I am righteous, I cannot lift my head. I am full of shame and aware of my afflict
Moreover, all his days he eats in darkness, with much sorrow, sickness, and anger.
Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul.
if I have rewarded my ally with evil, if I have plundered my foe without cause,
Instead, your hearts are filled with sorrow because I have told you these things.
If it is a matter of strength, He is indeed mighty! If it is a matter of justice, who can summon Him?
Her uncleanness stains her skirts; she did not consider her end. Her downfall was astounding; there was no one to comfor
I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?”
From the mouths of children and infants You have ordained praise on account of Your adversaries, to silence the enemy an
so the king said to me, “Why is your face sad, though you are not ill? This could only be sadness of the heart.” I was o
Esther replied, “The adversary and enemy is this wicked man—Haman!” And Haman stood in terror before the king and queen.
to vindicate the fatherless and oppressed, that the men of the earth may strike terror no more.
If I were to say, ‘I will forget my complaint and change my expression and smile,’
If I say, “My foot is slipping,” Your loving devotion, O LORD, supports me.
Then He said to them, “My soul is consumed with sorrow to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with Me.”
from the wicked who assail me, from my mortal enemies who surround me.
Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that You must keep me under guard?
he grew even more afraid of David. So from then on Saul was David’s enemy.
When a man finds his enemy, does he let him go away unharmed? May the LORD reward you with good for what you have done f
He was sick indeed, nearly unto death. But God had mercy on him, and not only on him but also on me, to spare me sorrow
Remember how the enemy has mocked You, O LORD, how a foolish people has spurned Your name.
or they will shred my soul like a lion and tear me to pieces with no one to rescue me.
May lying lips be silenced—lips that speak with arrogance against the righteous, full of pride and contempt.
The enemy has come to eternal ruin, and You have uprooted their cities; the very memory of them has vanished.
How long, O God, will the enemy taunt You? Will the foe revile Your name forever?
The ropes of death entangled me; the anguish of Sheol overcame me; I was confronted by trouble and sorrow.
You have made us a byword among the nations, a laughingstock among the peoples.
These things come to mind as I pour out my soul: how I walked with the multitude, leading the festive procession to the
I have deep sorrow and unceasing anguish in my heart.
All who see me mock me; they sneer and shake their heads:
For I am ready to fall, and my pain is ever with me.
You have said, ‘Woe is me because the LORD has added sorrow to my pain! I am worn out with groaning and have found no re
Every day I was with you in the temple courts, and you did not lay a hand on Me. But this hour belongs to you and to the
In the day of trouble I sought the Lord; through the night my outstretched hands did not grow weary; my soul refused to