Psalms 129:3
The plowemen plowed vpon my backe: they made long forrowes.
The plowemen plowed vpon my backe: they made long forrowes.
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1 A song of high degrees. Israel may now say: they haue troubled me often from my youth vp.
2 They haue troubled me often from my youth vp: but they haue not preuayled against me.
4 But God who is iust: hath cut a peeces the snares of the vngodly.
10 They abhorre me and flee farre from me, and stayne my face with spittle.
11 Because God hath loosed my corde and humbled me, they haue loosed the bridle before me.
12 Upon my right hande ryse the young men against me, they haue hurt my feete, treading vpon me as vpon the wayes of their destruction.
13 My pathes haue they cleane marred, it was so easye for them to do me harme, that they needed no man to help them.
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.
14 The 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.
3 Against me is he turned, he turneth his hande dayly against me.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
5 He hath buylded rounde about me, and closed me in with gall and trauaile.
14 All the day long I haue ben scourged: and chastened euery mornyng.
10 They haue opened their mouthes wide vpon me, and smitten me vpon the cheeke dispitefully, they gather the selues together against me.
13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
14 He hath geuen me one wounde vpon an other, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunt.
6 But I offred my backe vnto the smiters, and my cheekes to the nippers: I turned not my face from shame and spittinges.
26 For they persecute hym whom thou hast smitten: and they talke of the griefe of them whom thou hast wounded.
15 But in mine aduersitie they reioysed and gathered them together: yea, the very abiectes came together against me, yer I wyst they rented me a peeces and ceassed not.
1 I am the man that thorowe the rodde of his wrath haue experience of miserie.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked.
35 They haue beaten me shalt thou say and I was not sicke, they haue stricken me, and I felt it not: When I am well wakened, I wil go to the drinke again.
3 Deliuer me from the voyce of the enemie, and from the present affliction of the wicked: for they are minded to do me mischiefe, and are set malitiously against me.
23 But I wil put it into their hande that trouble thee, which haue spoken to thy soule, Stoupe downe, that we may go ouer thee, make thy body euen with the grounde, and as the streete to go vpon.
6 They haue prepared a net for my feete, that some man might presse downe my soule: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the midst of it them selues. Selah.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
8 For as I haue proued by experience, they that plow iniquitie & sow wretchednesse, reape the same.
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.
16 For dogges are come about me, the assemble of the wicked lay siege agaynst me: they haue pearced my handes and my feete, I may tell all my bones.
5 The proude haue layde a snare for me, and spread a net abroade with coardes in the high wayes: they haue set trappes for me. Selah.
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.
1 A psalme of Dauid when he fled from the face of Absalom his sonne. O God howe are myne enemies increased? many do ryse vp against me.
17 My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
26 Let them be put to confusion & shame all together that reioyce at my trouble: let them be clothed with rebuke and dishonour that exalt them selues against me.
12 Thus sayth the Lorde: Though ye be in concorde, and also many, yet so shall ye be cut downe, and passe: & though I haue afflicted thee O Hierusalem yet will I trouble thee no more.
39 But when they do fall from God, they are diminished & brought low: through oppression, calamitie, & griefe of minde.
12 They rewarded me euill for good: to the great discomfort of my soule.
3 Therfore are my loynes fylled with sorowe, heauinesse hath taken holde vpon me as the panges of a woman that is trauaylyng: it made me stoupe when I heard it, and it vexed me when I sawe it.
38 I smote them downe, and they are not able to aryse: they haue taken such a fall vnder my feete.
26 For thou layest sharply to my charge, and punishest me for the sinnes of my youth.
5 My wordes dayly put me to sorow: all that they do imagine, is to do me euill.
38 But if case be that my lande crye against me, or that the forowes thereof make any complaynt:
14 Let them be ashamed and confounded together that seke after my soule to destroy it: let them be dryuen backwarde & be put to rebuke that wyshe me euyll.
20 Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me.
10 Let their eyes be blinded yt they see not, & bowe thou downe their backe alway.
2 Let them be ashamed and confounded that seke after my soule: let them be turned backwarde and be put to confusion that wishe me euyll.
7 Whereof the mower fylleth not his hande: neither he that byndeth vp the sheaues his armes full.
16 He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.