My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?

Lest he shall rend my soul as the lion, breaking in pieces and none delivering.

To you, O Lord, my soul is lifted up.

I will rejoice and be glad in your gracious love, for you see my affliction and take note that my soul is distressed.

And my soul is joyful in Jehovah, It rejoiceth in His salvation.

My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?

O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleaveth unto the earth.

(For the redemption of their soul is costly, and must be given up for ever,)

{To the chief Musician. On stringed instruments: an instruction. Of David; when the Ziphites came, and said to Saul, Is not David hiding himself with us?} O God, by thy name save me, and by thy strength do me justice.

Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me; for the hope of my soul is in you: I will keep myself safely under the shade of your wings, till these troubles are past.

My soul is among lions; I lie among them that are set on fire, Even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.

They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah.

O God, you are my God; early will I make my search for you: my soul is dry for need of you, my flesh is wasted with desire for you, as a dry and burning land where no water is;

My soul is satisfied as with marrow and fatness, and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips.

For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.

My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.

They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble.

My soul is crushed with longing for your ordinances at all times.

My soul is laid low in the dust. Revive me according to your word!

My soul is weary with sorrow: strengthen me according to your word.

My soul is wasted with desire for your salvation: but I have hope in your word.

My soul is continually in my hand; Yet do I not forget thy law.

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.

Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.

My soul is for the Lord, More than those watching for morning, Watching for morning!

Have I not compared, and kept silent my soul, As a weaned one by its mother? As a weaned one by me is my soul.

I confess Thee, because that with wonders I have been distinguished. Wonderful are Thy works, And my soul is knowing it well.

I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul, as a parched land, thirsteth after thee. Selah.