Verse 14

Then chatred I like a swalowe, and like a Crane, and mourned as a doue. I lift vp myne eyes in to ye hight: O LORDE, (sayde I) violence is done vnto me, be thou suertie for me.

Referenced Verses

  • Isa 59:11 : 11 We roare all like Beeres, & mourne stil like doues. We loke for equite, but there is none: for health, but it is farre fro vs.
  • Ps 119:122-123 : 122 Be thou suertie for thy seruaut to do him good, that the proude do me no wronge. 123 Myne eyes are waysted awaye wt lokynge for thy health, & for ye worde of thy rightuousnesse.
  • Job 30:29 : 29 But now. I am a copanyon of dragons, & a felowe of Esiriches.
  • Ps 69:3 : 3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
  • Ezek 7:16 : 16 And soch as escape and fle from amonge them, shal be vpon the hilles, like as the doues in the felde: euery one shalbe afrayed, because off his owne wickednesse.
  • Nah 2:7 : 7 The quene hir self shal be led awaye captyue, and hir gentilwomen shal mourne as the doues, & grone within their hertes.
  • Job 17:3 : 3 O delyuer me, and set me by the, who shall then be able to thrust my hondes together?
  • Ps 102:4-7 : 4 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred. 5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh. 6 I am become like a Pellicane in the wildernes, and like an Oule in a broken wall. 7 I wake, and am euen as it were a sparow sittinge alone vpon the house toppe.
  • Ps 119:82 : 82 Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?
  • Ps 123:1-4 : 1 Unto the lift I vp myne eyes, thou yt dwellest in the heauens. 2 Beholde, euen as the eyes of seruautes loke vnto the handes of their masters: and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the handes of hir mastresse, euen so oure eyes wayte vpon the LORDE or God, vntill he haue mercy vpo vs. 3 Haue mercy vpo vs (o LORDE) haue mercy vpon vs, for we are vtterly despysed. 4 Oure soule is fylled wt the scornefull reprofe of the welthy, & with ye despitefulnesse of the proude.
  • Ps 143:7 : 7 Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
  • Lam 4:17 : 17 Wherfore yet oure eyes fayle vs, whyle we loke for vayne helpe: seynge we be euer waitynge vpon a people, that can do vs no good,