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

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 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 ends of the earth, I cry to you for help when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the towering rock of safety,

When I was in deep trouble, I searched for the Lord. All night long I prayed, with hands lifted toward heaven, but my soul was not comforted.I think of God, and I moan, overwhelmed with longing for his help. InterludeYou don’t let me sleep. I am too distressed even to pray!I think of the good old days, long since ended,when my nights were filled with joyful songs. I search my soul and ponder the difference now.Has the Lord rejected me forever? Will he never again be kind to me?Is his unfailing love gone forever? Have his promises permanently failed?Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he slammed the door on his compassion? InterludeAnd I said,“ This is my fate; the Most High has turned his hand against me.”

I trembled inside when I heard this; my lips quivered with fear. My legs gave way beneath me, and I shook in terror. I will wait quietly for the coming day when disaster will strike the people who invade us.Even though the fig trees have no blossoms, and there are no grapes on the vines; even though the olive crop fails, and the fields lie empty and barren; even though the flocks die in the fields, and the cattle barns are empty,yet I will rejoice in the Lord! I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!

He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.For the more we suffer for Christ, the more God will shower us with his comfort through Christ.

You satisfy me more than the richest feast. I will praise you with songs of joy.I lie awake thinking of you, meditating on you through the night.

Because of our faith, Christ has brought us into this place of undeserved privilege where we now stand, and we confidently and joyfully look forward to sharing God’s glory.We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance.And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation.And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love.

These trials will show that your faith is genuine. It is being tested as fire tests and purifies gold— though your faith is far more precious than mere gold. So when your faith remains strong through many trials, it will bring you much praise and glory and honor on the day when Jesus Christ is revealed to the whole world.You love him even though you have never seen him. Though you do not see him now, you trust him; and you rejoice with a glorious, inexpressible joy.

For you are God, my only safe haven. Why have you tossed me aside? Why must I wander around in grief, oppressed by my enemies?Send out your light and your truth; let them guide me. Let them lead me to your holy mountain, to the place where you live.There I will go to the altar of God, to God— the source of all my joy. I will praise you with my harp, O God, my God!Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again— my Savior and my God!

O Lord, you misled me, and I allowed myself to be misled. You are stronger than I am, and you overpowered me. Now I am mocked every day; everyone laughs at me.When I speak, the words burst out.“ Violence and destruction!” I shout. So these messages from the Lord have made me a household joke.But if I say I’ll never mention the Lord or speak in his name, his word burns in my heart like a fire. It’s like a fire in my bones! I am worn out trying to hold it in! I can’t do it!I have heard the many rumors about me. They call me“ The Man Who Lives in Terror.” They threaten,“ If you say anything, we will report it.” Even my old friends are watching me, waiting for a fatal slip.“ He will trap himself,” they say,“ and then we will get our revenge on him.”But the Lord stands beside me like a great warrior. Before him my persecutors will stumble. They cannot defeat me. They will fail and be thoroughly humiliated. Their dishonor will never be forgotten.

Look at these wicked people— enjoying a life of ease while their riches multiply.Did I keep my heart pure for nothing? Did I keep myself innocent for no reason?I get nothing but trouble all day long; every morning brings me pain.If I had really spoken this way to others, I would have been a traitor to your people.So I tried to understand why the wicked prosper. But what a difficult task it is!