Verse 1

To the chiefe musition of the mornyng hinde, a psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so farre from my health, and from the wordes of my complaynt?

Referenced Verses

  • Mark 15:34 : 34 And at the nynth houre, Iesus cryed with a loude voyce, saying: Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? which is, yf one interprete it, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
  • Matt 27:46 : 46 And about the nynth houre, Iesus cried with a loude voyce, saying: Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani, that is to say: My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
  • Heb 5:7 : 7 Which in the dayes of his fleshe, when he had offered vp prayers and supplications with strong crying and teares, vnto hym that was able to saue hym from death, and was hearde in that which he feared:
  • Ps 38:8 : 8 I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
  • Job 3:24 : 24 For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
  • Ps 22:16 : 16 For dogges are come about me, the assemble of the wicked lay siege agaynst me: they haue pearced my handes and my feete, I may tell all my bones.
  • Ps 26:9 : 9 O gather not my soule with sinners: nor my life with bloodie men.
  • Ps 22:11 : 11 O go not far fro me, for trouble is harde at hande: and there is none to helpe me.
  • Ps 42:1-2 : 1 To the chiefe musition a wise instruction of the sonnes of Corach. Lyke as the Hart brayeth for water brookes: so panteth my soule after thee O God. 2 My soule is a thirst for the Lorde, yea euen for the lyuyng Lorde: when shall I come to appeare before the face of the Lorde?
  • 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.
  • Heb 13:5 : 5 Let your conuersation be without couetousnesse, beyng content with such thynges as ye haue. For he hath sayde: I wyll not fayle thee, neither forsake thee.
  • Luke 22:44 : 44 And he was in an agonie, and he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was lyke droppes of blood, tricklyng downe to the grounde.
  • Luke 24:44 : 44 And he sayde vnto them: These are the wordes which I spake vnto you, whyle I was yet with you, that all must needes be fulfylled, which were written of me in the law of Moyses, and in the prophetes, and in the psalmes.
  • Ps 43:1-5 : 1 Iudge me O Lorde, and debate my cause with an vnnaturall people: oh delyuer me from the deceiptfull and wicked man. 2 For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie. 3 Sende foorth thy light and thy trueth: that they may leade me and direct me vnto thy holy hyll, & to thy tabernacles. 4 And I wyll go vnto the aulter of the Lorde, euen vnto the Lorde of my ioy & gladnesse: and vpon the harpe I will acknowledge thee O Lorde my Lord. 5 Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wyll yet acknowledge hym to be only my present saluation, & my Lorde.
  • Ps 71:11 : 11 They say, the Lorde hath forsaken hym: do you persecute hym and take hym, for there is none to delyuer hym.
  • Isa 46:13 : 13 I shall bryng foorth my righteousnesse, it is not farre, and my health shall not tary long away: I wyll lay health in Sion, and in Israel my glory.
  • 1 Sam 12:22 : 22 For the Lorde will not forsake his people, because of his great names sake: because it hath pleased the Lorde to make you his people.
  • Ps 10:1 : 1 Why standest thou so farre of O God? why hidest thee in the tyme of trouble?
  • Ps 16:1 : 1 The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.
  • Ps 31:14-16 : 14 But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde. 15 My time is in thy hande, deliuer me from the hande of mine enemies: and from them that persecute me. 16 Cause thy countenaunce to shine vppon thy seruaunt: saue me for thy mercies sake.
  • Ps 32:3-4 : 3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring. 4 For thy hande is heauie vpon me day and night: and my moysture is like the drouth in sommer. Selah.
  • Ps 37:28 : 28 For God loueth iudgement, he forsaketh not his saintes: they are preserued for euermore, but the seede of the vngodlye shalbe rooted vp.