נֶפֶשׁ

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully.

A Psalm of David. Unto thee, O LORD, do I lift up my soul.

His soul shall dwell at ease; and his seed shall inherit the earth.

O keep my soul, and deliver me: let me not be ashamed; for I put my trust in thee.

Gather not my soul with sinners, nor my life with bloody men:

Deliver me not over unto the will of mine enemies: for false witnesses are risen up against me, and such as breathe out cruelty.

O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

I will be glad and rejoice in thy mercy: for thou hast considered my trouble; thou hast known my soul in adversities;

Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.

For I have heard the slander of many: fear was on every side: while they took counsel together against me, they devised to take away my life.

To deliver their soul from death, and to keep them alive in famine.

Our soul waiteth for the LORD: he is our help and our shield.

My soul shall make her boast in the LORD: the humble shall hear thereof, and be glad.

The LORD redeemeth the soul of his servants: and none of them that trust in him shall be desolate.

Draw out also the spear, and stop the way against them that persecute me: say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.

Let them be confounded and put to shame that seek after my soul: let them be turned back and brought to confusion that devise my hurt.

For without cause have they hid for me their net in a pit, which without cause they have digged for my soul.

And my soul shall be joyful in the LORD: it shall rejoice in his salvation.

They rewarded me evil for good to the spoiling of my soul.

But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into mine own bosom.

Lord, how long wilt thou look on? rescue my soul from their destructions, my darling from the lions.

Let them not say in their hearts, Ah, so would we have it: let them not say, We have swallowed him up.

They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.