My soul is also greatly troubled: but you, O LORD, how long?
But You, O Lord—
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
And You, Lord—how long?
And my soul is deeply distressed. But you, LORD, how long do I wait?
My soul also is greatly troubled. And thou, O LORD, how long?
My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
My soul [as well as my body] is greatly dismayed.
But as for You, O Lord—how long [until You act on my behalf]?
My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
And my soul trembleth exceedingly: and thou, Jehovah, till how long?
My soul trembled exceedingly: and thou, O Jehovah, how long?
My soul is also very terrified. But you, O Yahweh, how long?
My soul also is exceedingly troubled; but You, O Jehovah, how long?
My soul also is sore troubled; but LORD, how long wilt thou punish me?
I am absolutely terrified, and you, Lord -- how long will this continue?
My soul is also in great anguish. But you, LORD?how long?
Yea, my soul, is dismayed greatly, Thou, then, O Yahweh - how long?
My soul is also greatly disquieted: but thou, O LORD, how long?
My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh -- how long?
And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
Word Count of 20 Translations in Psalm 6:3
Prayers for Psalm 6:3
Return, O LORD, how long? and may you have compassion concerning your servants.
Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause came I unto this hour.
[To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.] How long will you forget me, O LORD? forever? how long will you hide your face from me?
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 body.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my body.
I am feeble and utterly broken: I have groaned by reason of the turmoil of my heart.
Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disturbed within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disturbed within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
Will the Lord cast off forever? and will he be favorable no more?
The spirit of a man will sustain him in sickness; but a wounded spirit who can bear?
Then said he unto them, My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even unto death: tarry you here, and watch with me.
And shall not God avenge his own elect, who cry day and night unto him, though he bears long with them?