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Verse 6

But what shall I do? For all my wordes, my sorow wil not ceasse: and though I holde my toge, yet wil it not departe fro me.

Job 10:1 : 1 it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,
Ps 88:15-18 : 15 My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens. 16 Thy wroth full displeasure goeth ouer me, the feare of the oppresseth me. 17 They come rounde aboute me daylie like water, and compase me together on euery syde. 18 My louers and fredes hast thou put awaye fro me, and turned awaye myne acquantaunce.
Ps 77:1-9 : 1 I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me. 2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte. 3 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake. 4 Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake, 5 Then remembred I the tymes of olde, & the yeares that were past. 6 I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete. 7 Wil the LORDE cast out for euer? Wil he be nomore intreated? 8 Is his mercy cleane gone? Is his promyse come vtterly to an ende for euermore? 9 Hath the LORDE forgotten to be gracious? Or, hath he shut vp his louynge kyndnesse in displeasure?