Isaiah 38:14
Then chattered I lyke a swallowe, and lyke a crane, and mourned lyke a doue, I lift vp mine eyes into the heyght: O Lorde sayde my sicknesse kepeth me downe, ease thou me.
Then chattered I lyke a swallowe, and lyke a crane, and mourned lyke a doue, I lift vp mine eyes into the heyght: O Lorde sayde my sicknesse kepeth me downe, ease thou me.
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6I am become lyke a Pellicane of the wildernesse, and like an Owle that is in the desert:
7I watch, and am as it were a sparrowe that sitteth alone vpon the house toppe.
8Myne enemies reuile me all the day long: and they that are in a rage against me, make their oth by me.
15What shall I say? The Lorde hath made a promise to me, yea and he hym selfe hath perfourmed it: I shall therefore so long as I lyue remember this bitternesse of my lyfe.
6And I sayde, O that I had wynges like a doue: for then woulde I flee away, and be at rest.
12Myne age is folden together & taken away from me lyke a sheepheardes cotage, I haue hewen of my lyfe by my sinnes, lyke as a weauer cutteth of his webbe: He wyll with pinyng sicknesse make an ende of me, yea he wyll make an ende of me in one day.
13I thought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me.
8I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
9Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
10My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
28I went mourning without heate, I stoode vp in the congregation, & communed with them.
6I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
3I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. In God I put my trust: howe say ye then to my soule, that she shoulde flee as a byrde from your hyll.
15For on thee O God I haue wayted: thou shalt aunswere for me O Lorde my God.
9I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
10For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
17Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
20Consider (O Lorde) howe I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my heart turneth about in me, and I am full of heauinesse, because I rebelled stubburnly: the sworde hurteth me without, and within I am lyke vnto death.
21They heare my mournyng, but there is none that wyll comfort me: All myne enemies haue hearde of my trouble, and are glad therof because thou hast done it: and thou hast brought foorth the time which thou calledst, when they also shal be lyke vnto me.
22Let all their wickednesse come before thee, and do thou to them as thou hast done vnto me for all my trespasses: for my sorowe is very great, and my heart is heauy.
12For innumerable troubles are come about me, my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me that I am not able to loke vp: yea they are mo in number then the heeres of my head, & my heart hath fayled me.
2Take heede vnto me, and heare me: I can not choose but mourne in my prayer, and make a noyse.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bounde fast to his hande, they are wrapped or writhen and come vp about my necke: he hath caused my strength to fayle, the Lorde hath deliuered me into those handes wherout I can not quyte my selfe.
9My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.
1To the chiefe musition (to be song lyke vnto the song beginning) destroy not, a golden psalme of Dauid, when he fled from Saul into the caue. Be mercifull vnto me O Lorde, be mercifull vnto me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and vnder the shadowe of thy wynges wyll I trust, vntyll this tiranny be ouerpast.
3Yea the sparowe hath founde her an house, and the swallowe a nest: where she may lay her young: euen thy aulters O God of hoastes, my king & my Lord.
1The wise instruction of Dauid, a prayer when he was in the caue. I cryed vnto God with my voyce: euen vnto God I dyd make my supplication.
13They gape vpon me with their mouthes: as it were a rampyng and a roryng lion.
14I am as it were into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels.
16Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
24For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
12Heare my prayer O God, and geue eares to my crying, holde not thy peace at my teares: for I am a strauger with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers were.
8Neuerthelesse, when thou dydst turne thy face, I was troubled: then I cryed vnto thee O God, then made I my humble prayers to thee my Lorde.
11We roare all like beares, and mourne still like doues: we looke for equitie, but there is none: for health, but it is farre from vs.
16Therfore do I weepe, and mine eyes gushe out of water: for the comfort that shoulde quicken me is farre fro me, my children are driuen away: for why? the enemie hath gotten the vpper hande.
14I kept them company whersoeuer they went, as though they had ben my frende or brother: I went heauyly, as one that mourned for his mother.
52Mine enemies hunted me out sharply like a byrde, yea & that without a cause.
16My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
6Consider my complaynt, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecutours, for they are to strong for me.
4Thou dydst kepe the watche of mine eies: I was amased & coulde not speake.
7Mine eye is almost put out through griefe: and worne out through all mine enemies.
7Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
8For mine eyes loke vnto thee O God the Lorde: in thee is my trust, cast not my soule out of me.
82Myne eyes haue faynted after thy worde: whylest I say, when wilt thou comfort me.