Isaiah 38:15

Bishops' Bible (1568)

What 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.

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Referenced Verses

  • 1 Kgs 21:27 : 27 And it fortuned, that whe Ahab heard those wordes, he rent his clothes, and put sackcloth about his flesh, and fasted, and lay in sackcloth & wene bare foote.
  • Job 7:11 : 11 Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde.
  • Job 10:1 : 1 My soule is cut of though I lyue, I wil powre out my coplaynte against my selfe, and will speake out of the very heauinesse of my soule.
  • Job 21:25 : 25 Another dyeth in the bitternes of his soule, and neuer eateth with pleasure.
  • Ps 39:9-9 : 9 I became dumbe, and opened not my mouth: for it was thy doyng. 10 Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
  • John 12:27 : 27 Nowe is my soule troubled, and what shall I say? Father, saue me from this houre: but therfore came I into this houre.
  • 2 Kgs 4:27 : 27 And when she came to the man of God vp to the hill, she caught him by the feete: But Gehezi went to her, to thrust her away. And the man of God sayde: Let her alone, for her soule is vexed within her, and the Lorde hath hid it from me, and hath not tolde it me.
  • Ezra 9:10 : 10 And nowe O our God, what shall we say after this? for we haue forsaken thy commaundementes,
  • Josh 7:8 : 8 Oh Lorde what shall I say, when Israel turneth their backes before their enemies?
  • 1 Sam 1:10 : 10 And she was troubled in her minde, and prayed vnto the Lord, & wept sore,

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • 1 My soule is cut of though I lyue, I wil powre out my coplaynte against my selfe, and will speake out of the very heauinesse of my soule.

  • 11 Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde.

  • Isa 38:10-14
    5 verses
    77%

    10 I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.

    11 I spake within my selfe, I wyll neuer visite the Lorde the Lorde I say in this lyfe: I wyll neuer see man among the dwellers of the worlde.

    12 Myne 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.

    13 I 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.

    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.

  • Isa 38:16-17
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    16 O Lorde, to all those that shall lyue hereafter, yea to all men shall it be knowen, that euen in those yeres I haue a ioyfull lyfe, and that it was thou that causedst me to sleepe agayne, thou hast geuen lyfe to me.

    17 Beholde, bitter as gall was my pensiuenesse, so sore longed I for health, and it was thy pleasure to deliuer my lyfe from the filthy pit: for thou it is O Lorde that hast cast all my sinnes behynde thy backe.

  • 6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.

  • Ps 38:17-18
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    77%

    17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.

    18 Because I confesse my wickednesse: and am sory for my sinne.

  • Ps 31:9-10
    2 verses
    76%

    9 Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.

    10 For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.

  • 18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.

  • Ps 143:3-4
    2 verses
    75%

    3 For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.

    4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.

  • Lam 1:12-13
    2 verses
    75%

    12 Haue ye no regarde all ye that go foreby, beholde & see yf there be any sorowe lyke vnto mine, wherwith the Lorde hath troubled me in the day of his fearefull wrath.

    13 From 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.

  • 8 I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.

  • 2 I became dumbe through scilence, I helde my peace from speakyng of good wordes: but the more was my sorowe increased.

  • Job 13:14-15
    2 verses
    74%

    14 Wherefore do I beare my fleshe in my teeth, and put my soule in myne handes?

    15 Lo, though he slay me, yet wyl I trust in him: but I wyll reproue myne owne wayes in his sight.

  • 19 Alas howe am I hurt? alas howe paynefull are my scourges vnto me? for I consider this sorowe by my selfe, and I must suffer it.

  • Lam 1:21-22
    2 verses
    74%

    21 They 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.

    22 Let 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.

  • Ps 73:14-15
    2 verses
    74%

    14 All the day long I haue ben scourged: and chastened euery mornyng.

    15 If I shoulde say that I woulde iudge after this sort: lo then I shoulde condempne the generation of thy children.

  • 19 What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.

  • 18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.

  • Lam 3:1-2
    2 verses
    73%

    1 I am the man that thorowe the rodde of his wrath haue experience of miserie.

    2 He droue me foorth and led me, yea into darknesse, but not into light.

  • 2 Howe long shall I seke counsayle in my soule, and be so vexed in mine heart euery day? howe long shall myne enemie triumph ouer me?

  • 20 I haue offended, what shall I do vnto the, O thou preseruer of men? Why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden to my selfe?

  • 27 If I say, I will forget my complayning, I will ceasse from my wrath, and comfort my selfe:

  • 21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.

  • 7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.

  • 20 Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,

  • 6 For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?

  • 10 Then shoulde I haue some comfort, yea I woulde desire him in my payne that he would not spare, for I wil not be against the wordes of the holy one.

  • 16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.

  • 15 I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.

  • 3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.

  • 11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.

  • 10 Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.

  • 15 That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne.

  • 15 He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke.

  • 3 Insomuch as thou thoughtest thus when thou wast wrytyng wo is me, the Lorde hath geuen me payne for my trauayle, I haue weeried my selfe with sighing, and haue founde no rest:

  • 4 My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.

  • 20 Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me.