Verse 8

I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.

Referenced Verses

• Job 3:24 : 24 For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
• Ps 32:3 : 3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
• 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.
• Job 30:28 : 28 I went mourning without heate, I stoode vp in the congregation, & communed with them.
• Ps 22:1-2 : 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? 2 O my God I crye all the day tyme, and in the night season, and I ceasse not: but thou hearest not.