| Verse Reference | Verse Text |
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| Jdg 5:9 | My heart is toward the governors of Israel, that offered themselves willingly among the people. Bless ye the LORD. |
| 2Ki 10:15 | And when he was departed thence, he lighted on Jehonadab the son of Rechab coming to meet him: and he saluted him, and said to him, Is thine heart right, as my heart is with thy heart? And Jehonadab answered, It is. If it be, give me thine hand. And he gave him his hand; and he took him up to him into the chariot. |
| Psa 16:9 | Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: my flesh also shall rest in hope. |
| Psa 22:14 | I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels. |
| Psa 45:1 | To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of loves. My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer. |
| Psa 55:4 | My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me. |
| Psa 57:7 | My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise. |
| Psa 57:7 | My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise. |
| Psa 61:2 | From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I. |
| Psa 102:4 | My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread. |
| Psa 108:1 | A Song or Psalm of David. O God, my heart is fixed; I will sing and give praise, even with my glory. |
| Psa 109:22 | For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me. |
| Psa 131:1 | A Song of degrees of David. LORD, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me. |
| Jer 8:18 | When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me. |
| Lam 1:22 | Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint. |