Verse 9

I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?

Referenced Verses

• Ps 38:6 : 6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
• Ps 43:2 : 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.
• Ps 18:2 : 2 God is my stony rocke & my fortresse, and my delyuerer: my Lorde, my castell in whom I wyll trust, my buckler, the horne of my saluation, & my refuge.
• Job 30:26-31 : 26 Yet neuerthelesse, where as I loked for good, euyll came vnto me: & where I wayted for light, there came darkenesse. 27 My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me. 28 I went mourning without heate, I stoode vp in the congregation, & communed with them. 29 But nowe I am a brother of dragons, and a felowe of Estriches. 30 My skinne vpon me is turned to blacke, and my bones are brent with heate. 31 My harpe is turned to mourning, and my organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
• Lam 5:1-9 : 1 Call to remembraunce (O Lorde) what we haue suffred, consider and see our confusion. 2 Our inheritaunce is turned to the straungers, and our houses to the aliaunts. 3 We are become carefull and fatherlesse, and our mothers are as the wydowes. 4 We are fayne to drinke our owne water for money, and our owne wood must we buy for money. 5 Our neckes are vnder persecution, we are weery and haue no rest. 6 Aforetime we yeelded our selues to the Egyptians, and nowe to the Assyrians, onlye that we might haue bread inough. 7 Our fathers (which nowe are gone) haue sinned, and we must beare their wickednesse. 8 Seruauntes haue the rule of vs, and no man deliuereth vs out of their handes. 9 We must get our liuing with the perill of our liues, because of the drouth of the wildernesse. 10 Our skinne is as it had ben made blacke in an ouen, for very sore hunger. 11 The wiues are rauished in Sion, and the maydens in the cities of Iuda. 12 The princes are hanged vp with the hand of the enemies, they haue not spared the olde sage men. 13 They haue taken young men to grinde, and the boyes fainted vnder the burthens of wood. 14 The elders sit no more vnder the gates, and the young men vse no more playing of musicke. 15 The ioy of our heart is gone, our melodious meeting is turned into mourning. 16 The garlande of our head is fallen: alas that euer we sinned so sore.
• Ps 55:3 : 3 Deliuer me from the voyce of the enemie, and from the present affliction of the wicked: for they are minded to do me mischiefe, and are set malitiously against me.
• Ps 62:2 : 2 He onlye is my rocke and my sauing helpe: he is my refuge, so that I can not be remoued greatly.
• Ps 62:6-7 : 6 He only is my rocke and my sauing helpe: he is my refuge, so that I can not be remoued. 7 In the Lorde is my health and my glory: my trust is in the Lorde the fortresse of my force.
• Ps 77:9 : 9 Hath God forgotten to be gratious? and will he shut vp his louing kindnesse in displeasure? Selah.
• Ps 78:35 : 35 Neuerthelesse they dyd but flatter him with their mouth: and they made hym a lye with their tongue.
• Ps 88:9 : 9 My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.
• Eccl 4:1 : 1 So I turned me, and considered all the violent wrong that is done vnder the sunne: and beholde the teares of such as were oppressed, and there was no man to comfort them, or that woulde deliuer and defende them from the violence of their oppressours.
• Isa 40:27 : 27 Howe may then Iacob thinke, or may Israel say, My wayes are hid from the Lord, and my God knoweth not of my iudgementes?
• Isa 49:15 : 15 Will a woman forget her owne infant, and not pitie the sonne of her owne wombe? And though they do forget, yet wyll I not forget thee.
• Ps 44:23-24 : 23 Stirre vp O Lorde, why slepest thou? awake & be not absent from vs for euer: 24 wherfore hydest thou thy face, and forgettest our miserie and tribulation?
• Ps 13:1 : 1 To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wylt thou forget me O God, for euer? howe long wilt thou hyde thy face from me?
• 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.
• Ps 28:1 : 1 Vnto thee I crye O God my strength, make not as though thou were deafe at me: lest if thou holdest thy peace, I become like them that go downe into the graue.