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

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

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.

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.

I call to You from the ends of the earth when my heart is without strength. Lead me to a rock that is high above me,

I sought the Lord in my day of trouble. My hands were continually lifted up all night long; I refused to be comforted.I think of God; I groan; I meditate; my spirit becomes weak. SelahYou have kept me from closing my eyes; I am troubled and cannot speak.I consider days of old, years long past.At night I remember my music; I meditate in my heart, and my spirit ponders.“ Will the Lord reject forever and never again show favor?Has His faithful love ceased forever? Is His promise at an end for all generations?Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has He in anger withheld His compassion?” SelahSo I say,“ I am grieved that the right hand of the Most High has changed.”

I heard, and I trembled within; my lips quivered at the sound. Rottenness entered my bones; I trembled where I stood. Now I must quietly wait for the day of distress to come against the people invading us.Though the fig tree does not bud and there is no fruit on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls,yet I will triumph in Yahweh; I will rejoice in the God of my salvation!

He comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any kind of affliction, through the comfort we ourselves receive from God.For as the sufferings of Christ overflow to us, so through Christ our comfort also overflows.

You satisfy me as with rich food; my mouth will praise You with joyful lips.When I think of You as I lie on my bed, I meditate on You during the night watches

We have also obtained access through Him by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God.And not only that, but we also rejoice in our afflictions, because we know that affliction produces endurance,endurance produces proven character, and proven character produces hope.This hope will not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured out in our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.

so that the genuineness of your faith— more valuable than gold, which perishes though refined by fire— may result in praise, glory, and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.You love Him, though you have not seen Him. And though not seeing Him now, you believe in Him and rejoice with inexpressible and glorious joy,

For You are the God of my refuge. Why have You rejected me? Why must I go about in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?Send Your light and Your truth; let them lead me. Let them bring me to Your holy mountain, to Your dwelling place.Then I will come to the altar of God, to God, my greatest joy. I will praise You with the lyre, God, my God.Why am I so depressed? Why this turmoil within me? Put your hope in God, for I will still praise Him, my Savior and my God.

You deceived me, Lord, and I was deceived. You seized me and prevailed. I am a laughingstock all the time; everyone ridicules me.For whenever I speak, I cry out, I proclaim,“ Violence and destruction!” because the word of the Lord has become for me constant disgrace and derision.If I say,“ I won’t mention Him or speak any longer in His name,” His message becomes a fire burning in my heart, shut up in my bones. I become tired of holding it in, and I cannot prevail.For I have heard the gossip of many people,“ Terror is on every side! Report him; let’s report him!” Everyone I trusted watches for my fall.“ Perhaps he will be deceived so that we might prevail against him and take our vengeance on him.”But the Lord is with me like a violent warrior. Therefore, my persecutors will stumble and not prevail. Since they have not succeeded, they will be utterly shamed, an everlasting humiliation that will never be forgotten.

Look at them— the wicked! They are always at ease, and they increase their wealth.Did I purify my heart and wash my hands in innocence for nothing?For I am afflicted all day long and punished every morning.If I had decided to say these things aloud, I would have betrayed Your people.When I tried to understand all this, it seemed hopeless