Verse 9

Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.

Referenced Verses

  • Ps 6:7 : 7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
  • Ps 88:9 : 9 My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.
  • Ps 102:3-5 : 3 For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande. 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.
  • Ps 107:10 : 10 Soch as sat in darcknesse and in the shadowe of death, beynge fast bounde in misery & yron.
  • 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,
  • Lam 5:17 : 17 Therfore oure hert is full of heuynesse, & oure eyes dymme:
  • Job 17:7 : 7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
  • Job 33:19-22 : 19 he chasteneth him with sicknesse, & bringeth him to his bed: he laieth sore punyshmet vpo his bones, 20 so that his life maye awaye wt no bred, & his soule abhorreth to eate eny dayntie meate: 21 In so moch, that his body is clene consumed awaye, & his bones appeare nomore. 22 His soule draweth on to destruccion, & his life to death.
  • Ps 6:1-2 : 1 Oh LORDE, rebuke me not in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure. 2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
  • Ps 22:14-15 : 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. 15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
  • Ps 38:1-9 : 1 Pvt me not to rebuke (Oh LORDE) in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure. 2 For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore. 3 There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no rest in my bones, by reason of my synnes. 4 For my wickednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy forme to beare. 5 My woundes styncke & are corrupte, thorow my folishnesse. 6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe. 7 For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body. 8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert. 9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the. 10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
  • Ps 44:25 : 25 For oure soule is brought lowe euen vnto the dust, and oure bely cleueth vnto the grounde.
  • Ps 66:14 : 14 which I promised wt my lippes, and spake with my mouth, when I was in trouble.
  • Ps 73:14 : 14 Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?
  • Ps 73:26 : 26 My flesh and my herte fayleth, but God is the strength of my hert, and my porcion for euer.
  • Ps 88:3-5 : 3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth. 4 Fre amoge the deed, like vnto the yt lye in the graue, which be out of remembrauce, and are cutt awaye from thy honde. 5 Thou hast layed me in the lowest pytte, in ye darcknesse and in the depe.