Psalms 32:4 Cross References - YLT

⁴ When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.

⁶ And the hand of Jehovah is heavy on the Ashdodites, and He maketh them desolate, and smiteth them with emerods, Ashdod and its borders. ⁷ And the men of Ashdod see that it is so, and have said, `The ark of the God of Israel doth not abide with us, for hard hath been His hand upon us, and upon Dagon our god.'

⁹ and it cometh to pass after they have brought it round, that the hand of Jehovah is against the city—a very great destruction; and He smiteth the men of the city, from small even unto great; and break forth on them do emerods.

¹¹ And they send and gather all the princes of the Philistines, and say, `Send away the ark of the God of Israel, and it turneth back to its place, and it doth not put us to death—and our people;' for there hath been a deadly destruction throughout all the city, very heavy hath the hand of God been there,

⁹ and ye have seen, if the way of its own border it goeth up to Beth-Shemesh—He hath done to us this great evil; and if not, then we have known that His hand hath not come against us; an accident it hath been to us.'

²¹ And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.

³⁰ My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,

⁷ Lo, my terror doth not frighten thee, And my burden on thee is not heavy.

¹⁵ Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

² For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand. ³ Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin. ⁴ For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden—too heavy for me. ⁵ Stunk—become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly. ⁶ I have been bent down, I have been bowed down—unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning. ⁷ For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh. ⁸ I have been feeble and smitten—unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.

¹⁰ Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed. ¹¹ With reproofs against iniquity, Thou hast corrected man, And dost waste as a moth his desirableness, Only, vanity is every man. Selah.

⁶ In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.
⁷ For we were consumed in Thine anger, And in Thy fury we have been troubled.

³ For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned. ⁴ Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

⁸ Darker than blackness hath been their visage, They have not been known in out-places, Cleaved hath their skin unto their bone, It hath withered—it hath been as wood.

¹⁰ Our skin as an oven hath been burning, Because of the raging of the famine.