Psalms 142:4
When I loked vpon my ryght hande and sawe rounde about me there was no man that woulde knowe me: I had no place to flee vnto, and no man cared for my soule.
When I loked vpon my ryght hande and sawe rounde about me there was no man that woulde knowe me: I had no place to flee vnto, and no man cared for my soule.
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3When my spirite was ouerwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked they haue priuily layde a snare for me.
5I cryed vnto thee O God, and sayde: thou art my hope and my portion in the lande of the lyuyng.
6Consider my complaynt, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecutours, for they are to strong for me.
3For 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.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
20Reproofe hath broke my heart a peeces, I am full of heauinesse: I loked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none, and for some that shoulde comfort me, but I coulde fynde none.
8For mine eyes loke vnto thee O God the Lorde: in thee is my trust, cast not my soule out of me.
2Many say of my soule: there is no saluation for it in God. Selah.
42They loked about, but there was none to saue them: euen vnto the Lorde, but he heard them not.
16Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
11They say, the Lorde hath forsaken hym: do you persecute hym and take hym, for there is none to delyuer hym.
2In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
1To the chiefe musition of the mornyng hinde, a psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so farre from my health, and from the wordes of my complaynt?
11O go not far fro me, for trouble is harde at hande: and there is none to helpe me.
14O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?
14Myne owne kinsefolkes haue forsaken me, and my best acquainted haue forgotten me.
12For innumerable troubles are come about me, my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me that I am not able to loke vp: yea they are mo in number then the heeres of my head, & my heart hath fayled me.
5I loked about me, and there was no man to shewe me any helpe, I marueyled that no man helde me vp: Then I helde me by myne owne arme, and my feruentnesse sustayned me.
22And 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.
12Upon my right hande ryse the young men against me, they haue hurt my feete, treading vpon me as vpon the wayes of their destruction.
13My pathes haue they cleane marred, it was so easye for them to do me harme, that they needed no man to help them.
3For straungers are rysen vp against me: and tirauntes whiche haue not the Lorde before their eyes, seeke after my soule. Selah.
4Behold, God is an ayde vnto me: the Lorde is with them that vpholde my soule.
4And I saide: I am cast away out of thy sight, yet wyll I loke againe toward thyne holy temple.
10My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
28But when I consider, there is not a man among them, nor any that can geue counsayle, nor that when I examine them that can aunswere one worde.
4I am counted as one of them that go downe vnto the pit: and I am nowe become a man that hath no strength.
20When I crie vnto thee, thou doest not heare me: and though I stande before thee, yet thou regardest me not.
13Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
9I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
14But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
15But 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.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
9O hide not thou thy face from me, nor cast thy seruaunt away in a displeasure: thou hast ben my succour, leaue me not, neither forsake me O Lorde of my saluation.
22Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
11I became a reprofe among al mine enemies, but especially among my neighbours: and they of mine acquaintaunce were afraide of me, and they that dyd see me without, conueyed them selues quickly fro me.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
7Make speede, hearken vnto me O God, my spirite waxeth faynt: hyde not thy face from me, for I am lyke vnto them that go downe into the pyt.
8My soule cleaueth fast vnto thee: thy right hande hath vpholden me.
21Forsake me not O God: O my Lorde be not thou farre fro me.
4but I called vpon the name of God: saying O God, I beseche thee deliuer my soule
20Consider (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.
21They 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.
25Dyd not I weepe with hym that was in trouble? Had not my soule compassion vpon the poore?
7If I complaine of the violence that is done vnto me, I cannot be heard: and if I crye, there is no sentence geuen with me.
7I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
18I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
2For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.