Psalms 119:83
For I am become like a bottel hanged in the smoke: yet I do not forget thy statutes.
For I am become like a bottel hanged in the smoke: yet I do not forget thy statutes.
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12I became cleane forgotten as a dead man out of minde: I became like a broken vessell.
3For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.
4My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
5Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
141I am small and of no reputation: yet I do not forget thy comaundementes.
80Let myne heart be perfectly set in thy statutes: that I be not ashamed.
81Caph My soule hath faynted after thy saluation: I geue earnest attedaunce vnto thy worde.
82Myne eyes haue faynted after thy worde: whylest I say, when wilt thou comfort me.
153Resh Beholde myne affliction & deliuer me: for I haue not forgotten thy lawe.
84Howe many are the dayes of thy seruaunt? when wilt thou geue iudgement agaynst them that persecute me?
139My zeale hath consumed me: because myne aduersaries haue forgotten thy wordes.
16My delyght shalbe in thy statutes: and I wyll not forget thy worde.
8I wyll kepe thy statutes: wherfore forsake me not for any long tyme.
109My soule is alway in my hande: yet I do not forget thy lawe.
176I haue gone astray lyke a lost sheepe: oh seke out thy seruaunt, for I haue not forgotten thy commaundementes.
61The vngodly haue tangled me in their snares: but I haue not forgotten thy lawe.
93I wyll neuer forget thy commaundementes: for through them thou hast reuiued me.
94I am thine, saue me: for I haue diligently studied thy commaundementes ouer.
87They had almost made an ende of me vpon the earth: but I forsoke not thy commaundementes.
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.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
54Thy statutes haue ben my songes: in the house of my pilgrimages.
55I haue thought vpon thy name O God in the nyght season: and I haue kept thy lawe.
9For I haue eaten asshes as it were bread, and mingled my drynke with weepyng,
67Before I felt affliction I swarued out of the way: but nowe I kepe thy word.
71It is good for me that I am brought into miserie: by that meanes I shall learne thy statutes.
49Zain Be myndfull of thy promise made vnto thy seruaunt: wherin thou hast caused me to put my trust.
123Myne eyes haue faynted with lokyng for thy saluation: and for the worde of thy ryghteousnesse.
11My dayes fade away lyke a shadowe: and I am wythered lyke grasse.
117Holde thou me vp and I shalbe safe: and I will loke gladly vpon thy statutes alwayes.
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.
40Behold I haue coueted after thy commaundementes: cause me to lyue in thy ryghteousnesse.
11Also I put on sackcloth for my garment: and they iested at me.
131I opened my mouth and panted: for I bare a great affection to thy commaundementes.
19Beholde, my belly is as the wine, whiche hath no vent, lyke the newe bottels that bruste.
168I haue kept thy commaundementes and testimonies: for all my wayes are before thee.
157There be many that do persecute me and be myne aduersaries: yet I do not swarue from thy testimonies.
158I sawe transgressours, and I was greeued at the heart: because they kept not thy lawe.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
52For I called to remembraunce thy iudgementes from the begynnyng of the worlde O God: and so I comforted my selfe.
20Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me.
11I haue hyd thy wordes within my heart: for this ende, that I shoulde not sinne agaynst thee.
3I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
143Trouble and griefe haue taken holde vpon me: yet thy commaundementes be my delyght.
5I wishe that my wayes were directed: for to kepe thy statutes.
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.
7Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
136Ryuers of waters gushe out of myne eyes: because men kepe not thy lawe.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.