Verse 9

Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,

Referenced Verses

  • Ps 38:6 : 6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
  • Ps 43:2 : 2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
  • Ps 18:2 : 2 I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies.
  • Job 30:26-31 : 26 Yet neuerthelesse where as I loked for good, euell happened vnto me: and where as I waited for light, there came darcknesse. 27 My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me. 28 Mekely & lowly came I in, yee & without eny displeasure: I stode vp in ye cogregacion, & commoned with the 29 But now. I am a copanyon of dragons, & a felowe of Esiriches. 30 My skynne vpo me is turned to black, & my bones are bret wt heate: 31 my harpe is turned to sorow, & my pipe to wepinge.
  • Lam 5:1-9 : 1 Call to remebraunce (O LORDE) what we haue suffred, cosidre and se oure cofucion. 2 Oure enheritaunce is turned to the straungers, & oure houses to the aleauntes. 3 We are become carefull and fatherlesse, and oure mothers are as the wydowes. 4 We are fayne to drynke oure owne water for moneye, and oure owne wod must we bye with moneye. 5 Oure neckes are vnder persecucion, we are weery, and haue no rest. 6 Afore tyme we yelded oure selues to the Egipcians, and now to the Assirians, only that we might haue bred ynough. 7 Oure fathers (which now are gone) haue synned, & we must beare their wickednesse. 8 Seruauntes haue the rule of vs, and no man delyuereth vs out of their hodes. 9 We must get or lyuynge with the parell of oure lyues, because of the drouth of the wildernesse. 10 Oure skynne is as it had bene brent in an ouen, for very sore honger. 11 The wyues are raueshed in Sion, & the maydens in the cities of Iuda. 12 The prynces are hanged vp with the honde of the enemies, they haue not spared the olde sage men, 13 they haue taken yonge mens lyues from them, and the boyes are hanged vp vpon trees. 14 The elders syt no more vnder the gates, and the yonge men vse nomore playenge of Musick. 15 The ioye of oure herte is gone, oure mery quere is turned in to mourninge. 16 The garlande of oure heade is fallen: alas, that euer we synned so sore.
  • Ps 55:3 : 3 My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
  • Ps 62:2 : 2 He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence, so yt I shal not greatly fall.
  • Ps 62:6-7 : 6 He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence: so yt I shal not fall. 7 In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.
  • Ps 77:9 : 9 Hath the LORDE forgotten to be gracious? Or, hath he shut vp his louynge kyndnesse in displeasure?
  • Ps 78:35 : 35 They thought then that God was their socoure, and that the hye God was their redemer.
  • Ps 88:9 : 9 My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.
  • Eccl 4:1 : 1 So I turned me, and considered all the violent wronge that is done vnder the Sonne: and beholde, the teares of soch as were oppressed, and there was no man to comforte them, or that wolde delyuer and defende them from the violence of their oppressours.
  • Isa 40:27 : 27 How maye then Iacob thinke, or how maye Israel saye: My wayes are hyd from the LORDE, and my God knoweth not of my iudgmentes.
  • Isa 49:15 : 15 Doth a wife forget the childe of hir wombe, ad the sonne who she hath borne? And though she do forget, yet wil not I forget the.
  • Ps 44:23-24 : 23 Vp LORDE, why slepest thou? Awake, and cast vs not of for euer. 24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face? wilt thou clene forget oure misery and oppressio?
  • Ps 13:1 : 1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
  • Ps 22:1-2 : 1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health. 2 O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
  • Ps 28:1 : 1 Unto the wil I crie, o my stronge defence: thinke no scorne of me, lest (yf thou make the as though thou herdest not) I become like them, that go downe into ye pytte.