American Standard Version
"For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart: "
— Psalms 73:21, American Standard Version
“Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.”
“For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.”
“Yes, my spirit was bitter, and my insides felt sharp pain.”
“Let not the humble be turned away with confusion: the poor and needy shall praise thy name.”
“My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:”
“Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.”
Surely thou settest them in slippery places: Thou castest them down to destruction.
How are they become a desolation in a moment! They are utterly consumed with terrors.
As a dream when one awaketh, So, O Lord, when thou awakest, thou wilt despise their image.
For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
So brutish was I, and ignorant; I wasasa beast before thee.
Nevertheless I am continually with thee: Thou hast holden my right hand.
Thou wilt guide me with thy counsel, And afterward receive me to glory.