Verse 14

Then chattered I lyke a swallowe, and lyke a crane, and mourned lyke a doue, I lift vp mine eyes into the heyght: O Lorde sayde my sicknesse kepeth me downe, ease thou me.

Referenced Verses

• Isa 59:11 : 11 We roare all like beares, and mourne still like doues: we looke for equitie, but there is none: for health, but it is farre from vs.
• Ps 119:122-123 : 122 For thy owne goodnesse sake take thy seruaunt vnto thy protection: let not the proude oppresse me with wrong. 123 Myne eyes haue faynted with lokyng for thy saluation: and for the worde of thy ryghteousnesse.
• Job 30:29 : 29 But nowe I am a brother of dragons, and a felowe of Estriches.
• Ps 69:3 : 3 I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
• Ezek 7:16 : 16 But they that flee away from them shall escape, and shalbe in the mountaynes lyke the doues of the valleys, all they shall mourne, euery one for his iniquitie.
• Nah 2:7 : 7 Huzab is brought foorth captiue, made to ascend into the charets her handmaydens also leading one another as in the voyce of doues, knocking vpon their brestes.
• Job 17:3 : 3 O deliuer me, and loke out one to be my suretie in thy sight: what is he that knoweth who wyll promise for me?
• Ps 102:4-7 : 4 My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread. 5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe. 6 I am become lyke a Pellicane of the wildernesse, and like an Owle that is in the desert: 7 I watch, and am as it were a sparrowe that sitteth alone vpon the house toppe.
• Ps 119:82 : 82 Myne eyes haue faynted after thy worde: whylest I say, when wilt thou comfort me.
• Ps 123:1-4 : 1 A song of high degrees. I lyft vp myne eyes vnto thee: who dwellest in heauen. 2 Beholde, as the eyes of seruauntes loke vnto the hande of their maisters, and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the hande of her maistresse: euen so our eyes wayte vpon God our Lorde vntyll he haue mercie vpon vs. 3 Haue mercy vpon vs O God, haue mercy vpon vs: for we haue suffered enough of dispite. 4 Our soule is filled with the scornefull reprofe of the wealthy: and with the dispitefulnes of the proude.
• Ps 143:7 : 7 Make speede, hearken vnto me O God, my spirite waxeth faynt: hyde not thy face from me, for I am lyke vnto them that go downe into the pyt.
• Lam 4:17 : 17 Wherefore yet our eyes fayled vs, whyles we looked for our vayne helpe, seeing we euer wayted vpon a people that coulde do vs no good.