Psalms 109:24
My knees are weake through fasting: my fleshe is dryed vp for want of fatnesse.
My knees are weake through fasting: my fleshe is dryed vp for want of fatnesse.
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10 My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
3 For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.
4 My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
22 Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
23 I passe away like a vading shadowe: and I am dryuen from place to place lyke the grashopper.
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.
14 I 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.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
20 So that his lyfe may away with no bread, and his soule abhorreth to eate any dayntie meate:
21 In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
25 I am become also a reproche vnto them: they gase vpon me and they shake their head.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
10 And I wept chastenyng my soule with fastyng: and that was turned to my reproofe.
26 My fleshe and my heart fayleth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for euer.
17 All handes shalbe let downe, and all knees shalbe weake as the water.
8 And that thou hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face.
2 Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
5 they were hungry and thirstie, their soule fainted in them.
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
7 For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
8 I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
25 For our soule is brought lowe vnto the dust: our belly cleaueth vnto the grounde.
11 My dayes fade away lyke a shadowe: and I am wythered lyke grasse.
28 My soule melteth away for very heauinesse: comfort thou me accordyng to thy worde.
23 he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
82 Myne eyes haue faynted after thy worde: whylest I say, when wilt thou comfort me.
3 I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
24 For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
2 Neuerthelesse, my feete were almost gone from me: my steppes had almost slypt.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
7 The thinges that sometime I might not away withel, are nowe my meate for very sorowe.
3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
27 My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.
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.
2 When the malitious approched neare vnto me for to eate vp my fleshe: mine enemies and foes stumbled and fell.
20 Consider (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.
20 My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my fleshe, onely there is left me the skinne about my teeth.
3 My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
17 My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
5 My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible.
13 Neuerthelesse, when they were sicke I did put on sackcloth: I afflicted my soule with fasting, and my prayer returned into myne owne bosome.
30 Children are weerie and faint, and the strongest men fall:
3 For very miserie and hunger they fled into the wildernesse, a darke place, horrible and waste,
7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
9 For I haue eaten asshes as it were bread, and mingled my drynke with weepyng,
18 Their soule abhorreth all maner of meate: and they be euen harde at deathes doore.
6 I stretche foorth myne handes vnto thee: my soule as a thirstie lande gaspeth vnto thee. Selah.