When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul.

我心里多忧多疑，你安慰我，就使我欢乐。

我心里多忧多疑，你的安慰使我欢乐。

我心里多忧多疑，你的安慰使我欢乐。

当我忧心忡忡的时候，你的抚慰带给我欢乐。

我心里充满忧虑的时候，你就安慰我，使我的心欢乐。

当我心里思虑众多时，你的安慰就使我的灵魂欢喜。

我心裏多憂多疑，你安慰我，就使我歡樂。

我心裏多憂多疑，你的安慰使我歡樂。

我心裏多憂多疑，你的安慰使我歡樂。

當我憂心忡忡的時候，你的撫慰帶給我歡樂。

我心裡充滿憂慮的時候，你就安慰我，使我的心歡樂。

我的煩亂思慮在心裏多起來，你的安慰使我喜悅。

當我心裡思慮眾多時，你的安慰就使我的靈魂歡喜。

我懷多慮、爾之慰藉娛我兮、

余懷憧擾、爾慰藉予、悅我心曲兮、

我滿懷憂愁時、主安慰我、使我心中欣喜、

愁思千萬緒。思主是一樂。

When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy.

I was very worried. But your comfort brought me joy.

When doubts filled my mind, your comfort gave me renewed hope and cheer.

When I am filled with cares, your comfort brings me joy.

When my anxious thoughts multiply within me, Your comfort delights my soul.

In the multitude of my anxieties within me, Your comforts delight my soul.

In the multitude of my thoughts within me Thy comforts delight my soul.

When I am filled with cares, Your comfort brings me joy.

In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.

When worries threaten to overwhelm me, your soothing touch makes me happy.

In the multitude of my thoughts within me, your comforts delight my soul.

from the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I,

In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted.When I remember God, I moan; when I meditate, my spirit faints. SelahYou hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.I consider the days of old, the years long ago.I said,“ Let me remember my song in the night; let me meditate in my heart.” Then my spirit made a diligent search:“ Will the Lord spurn forever, and never again be favorable?Has his steadfast love forever ceased? Are his promises at an end for all time?Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?” SelahThen I said,“ I will appeal to this, to the years of the right hand of the Most High.”

I hear, and my body trembles; my lips quiver at the sound; rottenness enters into my bones; my legs tremble beneath me. Yet I will quietly wait for the day of trouble to come upon people who invade us.Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls,yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will take joy in the God of my salvation.

who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.For as we share abundantly in Christ’s sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too.

My soul will be satisfied as with fat and rich food, and my mouth will praise you with joyful lips,when I remember you upon my bed, and meditate on you in the watches of the night;

Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God.Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance,and endurance produces character, and character produces hope,and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.

so that the tested genuineness of your faith— more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire— may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory,

For you are the God in whom I take refuge; why have you rejected me? Why do I go about mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?Send out your light and your truth; let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling!Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy, and I will praise you with the lyre, O God, my God.Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.

O Lord, you have deceived me, and I was deceived; you are stronger than I, and you have prevailed. I have become a laughingstock all the day; everyone mocks me.For whenever I speak, I cry out, I shout,“ Violence and destruction!” For the word of the Lord has become for me a reproach and derision all day long.If I say,“ I will not mention him, or speak any more in his name,” there is in my heart as it were a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I am weary with holding it in, and I cannot.For I hear many whispering. Terror is on every side!“ Denounce him! Let us denounce him!” say all my close friends, watching for my fall.“ Perhaps he will be deceived; then we can overcome him and take our revenge on him.”But the Lord is with me as a dread warrior; therefore my persecutors will stumble; they will not overcome me. They will be greatly shamed, for they will not succeed. Their eternal dishonor will never be forgotten.

Behold, these are the wicked; always at ease, they increase in riches.All in vain have I kept my heart clean and washed my hands in innocence.For all the day long I have been stricken and rebuked every morning.If I had said,“ I will speak thus,” I would have betrayed the generation of your children.But when I thought how to understand this, it seemed to me a wearisome task,