Psalms 142:2
I powred out before his face my cogitations: and I made a declaration of my trouble before his face.
I powred out before his face my cogitations: and I made a declaration of my trouble before his face.
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1 The 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.
3 When my spirite was ouerwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked they haue priuily layde a snare for me.
2 Take heede vnto me, and heare me: I can not choose but mourne in my prayer, and make a noyse.
1 To the chiefe musition vpon Ieduthun, a psalme of Asaph. My voyce was vnto the Lorde, and I cryed: my voyce was vnto the Lord, and he hearkened vnto me.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
3 I called to remembraunce God, and I was disquieted: I conferred with my selfe, and my spirite was wrapped in pensiuenesse. Selah.
1 A song of high degrees. When I was in trouble I called vpon God: and he hearde me.
8 Neuerthelesse, 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.
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.
2 I will say vnto God: O do not condempne me, but shewe me wherefore thou contendest so with me?
1 A Psalme of Dauid. O God I call vpon thee, haste thee vnto me: geue eare vnto my voyce whylest I crye vnto thee.
1 A prayer of the afflicted when he was ouerwhelmed, and when he did powre out his petition before the face of God. Heare my prayer O God: and let my crying come in vnto thee.
2 Hyde not thy face from me in the day of my distresse: encline thine eare vnto me, heare me spedyly in the day that I call.
24 For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
9 Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
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.
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 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
16 Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
17 The sorowes of myne heart are encreased: O bryng thou me out of my distresse.
9 Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
1 A song of high degrees. Out of the deepe I haue called vnto thee O God: O Lorde heare my voyce.
2 Let thine eares be attentiue: vnto the voyce of my petition for grace.
6 But in this my distresse I dyd call vppon God, and I made my complaynt vnto my Lorde: he hearde my voyce out of his temple, and my crye came before his face, euen vnto his eares.
1 A song, the psalme of the sonnes of Corach, to the chiefe musition vpon Mahalath Leannoth, a wise instruction of Heman the Ezrahite. O God the Lorde of my saluation, I crye day and night before thee:
2 let my prayer enter into thy presence, encline thyne eare vnto my crying.
3 For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.
14 whiche I promised with my lippes, and spake with my mouth when I was in trouble.
22 And when I fled with al haste, I said I am cast out of the sight of thine eyes: neuerthelesse, thou heardest the voyce of my prayer when I cryed vnto thee.
7 I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
5 I cryed vnto thee O God, and sayde: thou art my hope and my portion in the lande of the lyuyng.
6 Consider my complaynt, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecutours, for they are to strong for me.
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.
12 And nowe O Lorde of hoastes that triest the righteous, which knowest the raynes and the very heartes, let me see them punished: for vnto thee I haue declared my cause.
4 Is it for mans sake that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, shoulde not my spirite then be in sore trouble?
3 The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,
7 In my tribulation did I call vppon the Lorde, and crye to my God: and he dyd heare my voyce out of his temple, and my crye did enter into his eares.
2 Hearken thou vnto the voyce of my crying my kyng and my Lorde: for vnto thee I wyll make my prayer.
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.
28 I went mourning without heate, I stoode vp in the congregation, & communed with them.
2 Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
1 To the chiefe musition vpon Neginoth of Dauid. Heare my crying O Lorde: geue eare vnto my prayer.
6 I haue sayde vnto God, thou art my Lorde: heare the voyce of my prayers O God.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
12 Heare 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.
17 In the euening and morning, and at noone day wyll I pray, and that most instantly: and he wyll heare my voyce.
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.