Verse 3

I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.

Referenced Verses

  • Ps 140:5 : 5 The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.
  • Ps 143:4 : 4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
  • Jer 18:22 : 22 Let the noyse be herde out of their houses, when the murtherer cometh sodenly vpon them: For they haue digged a pit to take me, and layed snares for my fete.
  • Matt 22:15 : 15 Then wente the Pharises, and toke councell, how they might tangle him in his wordes,
  • Mark 14:33-36 : 33 And he toke with him Peter & Iames, & Ihon, and begane to waxe fearefull, & to be in an agonye, 34 & sayde vnto the: My soule is heuy eue vnto ye death: tary ye here and watch. 35 And he wente forth a litle, fell vpon the grounde and prayed, that, (yf it were possyble) ye houre might passe fro him, 36 and sayde: Abba, my father, all thinges are possyble vnto the, take this cuppe awaye fro me: Neuertheles not what I wyl, but what thou wilt.
  • Ps 141:9 : 9 But myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule.
  • Job 23:10 : 10 But as for my waye, he knoweth it: & trieth me as ye golde in ye fyre.
  • Ps 1:6 : 6 For the LORDE aloweth ye waye of the rightuous, but the waye of the vngodly shal perishe.
  • Ps 22:14 : 14 I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.
  • Ps 31:4 : 4 For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.
  • Ps 35:7-8 : 7 For they haue pryuely laied their nett to destroye me without a cause, yee and made a pitte for my soule, which I neuer deserued. 8 Let a sodane destruccio come vpon him vnawarres, and ye nett that he hath layed priuely, catch him self, that he maye fall in to his owne myschefe.
  • Ps 56:6 : 6 They holde alltogether, & kepe them selues close: they marck my steppes, how they maye catch my soule.
  • Ps 61:2 : 2 From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble:
  • Ps 77:3 : 3 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
  • Ps 102:4 : 4 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
  • Ps 139:2-4 : 2 Thou art aboute my path & aboute my bedd, & spyest out all my wayes. 3 For lo, there is not a worde i my toge, but thou (o LORDE) knowest it alltogether. 4 Thou hast fashioned me behinde & before, & layed thine hode vpon me.
  • Ps 17:3 : 3 Thou hast proued & visited myne herte in the night season: thou hast tried me in the fyre, & hast founde no wickednes in me: for I vtterly purposed, that my mouth shulde not offende.