Psalms 22:1
To 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?
To 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?
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46 And about the nynth houre, Iesus cried with a loude voyce, saying: Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani, that is to say: My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
2 O my God I crye all the day tyme, and in the night season, and I ceasse not: but thou hearest not.
34 And at the nynth houre, Iesus cryed with a loude voyce, saying: Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? which is, yf one interprete it, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
19 But be not thou farre from me O God: thou art my strength, make haste to helpe me.
21 Forsake me not O God: O my Lorde be not thou farre fro me.
22 Haste thee to helpe me: O Lorde my saluation.
14 O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?
2 For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
11 They say, the Lorde hath forsaken hym: do you persecute hym and take hym, for there is none to delyuer hym.
12 Go not farre from me O Lorde: haste thee O my Lorde to helpe me.
9 I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
10 It was as a sworde in my bones, when myne enemies dyd cast me in the teeth: in saying dayly vnto me, where is nowe thy Lorde?
11 O go not far fro me, for trouble is harde at hande: and there is none to helpe me.
1 Why standest thou so farre of O God? why hidest thee in the tyme of trouble?
9 O 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.
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.
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.
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.
17 I may tell all my bones. They stande staring & gasing vpon me:
1 To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wylt thou forget me O God, for euer? howe long wilt thou hyde thy face from me?
1 A song of high degrees. Out of the deepe I haue called vnto thee O God: O Lorde heare my voyce.
22 Thou hast seene this O God, holde not thy tongue then: go not farre from me O Lorde.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
3 My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
16 Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
22 Why do ye persecute me as God doth and are not satisfied with my fleshe?
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.
1 A song of high degrees. When I was in trouble I called vpon God: and he hearde 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.
8 Away from me all workers of iniquitie: for God hath hearde the voyce of my weeping.
1 A wise instruction (to be song) of Asaph. O Lorde wherfore dost thou forsake vs altogether? wherfore breaketh foorth thy anger agaynst the sheepe of thy pasture.
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.
19 Why goest thou not fro me, nor lettest me alone, so long till I may swalowe downe my spyttle?
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thyne enemie?
1 To the chiefe musition vpon Neginoth of Dauid. Heare my crying O Lorde: geue eare vnto my prayer.
20 When I crie vnto thee, thou doest not heare me: and though I stande before thee, yet thou regardest me not.
20 Reproofe 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.
1 Vnto thee I crye O God my strength, make not as though thou were deafe at me: lest if thou holdest thy peace, I become like them that go downe into the graue.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
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 Many say of my soule: there is no saluation for it in God. Selah.
7 All they that see me, laugh me to scorne: they do make a mowe, and nod their head at me.
26 Helpe me O my Lorde: oh saue me according to thy mercy.
3 My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
22 Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
2 Hearken thou vnto the voyce of my crying my kyng and my Lorde: for vnto thee I wyll make my prayer.
13 He hath put my brethren farre away from me, and myne acquaintaunce are also become straungers vnto me.
10 Heare me O God, and haue mercy vppon me: O God be thou my helper.