Verse 8

They haue geuen a wicked sentence vpon me: when he lyeth, he shal ryse vp nomore.

Referenced Verses

  • Ps 71:11 : 11 Let them be cofounded & perish, that are agaynst my soule: let the be couered with shame & dishonoure, that seke to do me euell.
  • Matt 27:41-46 : 41 The hye prestes also in like maner with the scrybes & elders, laughed him to scorne, and sayde: 42 he hath helped other, and can not helpe himself: Yf he be the kynge of Israel, let him come downe now from the crosse, and we wil beleue him 43 He trusted in God, let him delyuer him now, yf he wil haue him. For he hath sayde: I am the sonne of God. 44 The murtherers also that were crucified with him, cast the same in his tethe. 45 And from ye sixte houre there was darcknes ouer the whole earth vnto the nyenth houre. 46 And aboute the nyenth houre, Iesus cried with a loude voyce, and sayde: Eli, Eli, Lamma asabthani? that is, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
  • Matt 27:63-64 : 63 and saide: Syr, we haue called to remembraunce, that this disceauer sayde whyle he was yet alyue: After thre dayes I wyl ryse agayne. 64 Comaunde therfore that the sepulcre be kepte vnto the thirde daye, lest peraduenture his disciples come, and steale him awaye, and saye vnto the people: He is rysen from the deed, and so shal the last errour be worse the the first.
  • Luke 13:16 : 16 But shulde not this (which is Abrahams doughter) whom Sathan hath bounde now eightene yeares, be lowsed from this bonde vpo the Sabbath?
  • Job 2:7-8 : 7 So wente Sathan forth from the LORDE, and smote Iob with maruelous sore byles, from the sole off the fote vnto his crowne: 8 so that he sat vpon the grounde in the asshes, and scraped of the etter off his sores with a potsherde.
  • Ps 3:2 : 2 Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
  • Ps 38:3-7 : 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.