Psalms 22:14
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.
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.
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15My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16For 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.
17I may tell all my bones. They stande staring & gasing vpon me:
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.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
17My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
18For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
6I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
7For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
8I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
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.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
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.
14The 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.
13They gape vpon me with their mouthes: as it were a rampyng and a roryng lion.
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.
12I was in wealth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, he hath all to shaken me, and set me as a marke for him selfe.
13His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
14He hath geuen me one wounde vpon an other, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunt.
22Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
4My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
12I became cleane forgotten as a dead man out of minde: I became like a broken vessell.
10My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
21Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
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?
11He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
2Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
24For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
24My knees are weake through fasting: my fleshe is dryed vp for want of fatnesse.
13I thought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me.
19All my most familiers abhorred me: and they whom I loued best, are turned against me.
20My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my fleshe, onely there is left me the skinne about my teeth.
2I am ouer the head in deepe myre where I feele no grounde: I plunge in deepe waters where the streame ouerwhelmeth me.
3I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
19Ah my belly, ah my belly shalt thou crie, howe is my heart so sore? my heart panteth within me, I can not be styll, for I haue hearde the crying of the trumpettes, and peales of warre.
3For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
21In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
4I am counted as one of them that go downe vnto the pit: and I am nowe become a man that hath no strength.
27My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.
9For I haue eaten asshes as it were bread, and mingled my drynke with weepyng,
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.
22Let 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.
30My skinne vpon me is turned to blacke, and my bones are brent with heate.
3Therfore 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.
3There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne.