Psalms 30:9
Saying what profite is there in my blood when I go downe to the pit? shal the dust geue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?
Saying what profite is there in my blood when I go downe to the pit? shal the dust geue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?
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18 For hell prayseth not thee, death doth not magnifie thee: they that go downe into the graue prayse not thy trueth:
19 But the lyuyng, yea the lyuyng knowledge thee, as I do this day: the father telleth his children of thy faythfulnesse.
20 I haue offended, what shall I do vnto the, O thou preseruer of men? Why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden to my selfe?
21 Why doest thou not pardon my trespasses, and take away myne iniquitie? Behold, nowe must I sleepe in the dust, and if thou sekest me to morowe in the morning, I shal not be.
10 Heare me O God, and haue mercy vppon me: O God be thou my helper.
5 For in death no man remembreth thee: and in the graue who can acknowledge thee?
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
20 When I crie vnto thee, thou doest not heare me: and though I stande before thee, yet thou regardest me not.
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.
3 Thou God hast raysed vp my soule from the graue: thou hast preserued my life from them that go downe into ye pit.
13 O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
14 May a dead man lyue againe? All the dayes of my lyfe wyll I wayte still, till my chaunging shall come.
17 Howbeit there is no wickednesse in my handes, but my prayer is cleane.
18 O earth couer not thou my blood, and let my crying finde no roome.
10 Wylt thou worke a miracle amongst the dead? or shal the dead rise vp againe and acknowledge thee? Selah.
11 Shall thy louing kindnes be talked of in the graue? or thy faythfulnes in destruction?
3 For thou sayest: what aduauntage wyll it be vnto thee, and what profite shall I haue of my sinne?
15 Where is then now my hope? or who hath considered the thing that I loke for?
16 These shall go downe with me into the pit, and lye with me in the dust.
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.
28 Yea he hath deliuered my soule from destruction, and my lyfe shall see the light.
48 What man is he that lyueth and shall not see death? can he delyuer his owne soule from the hande of hell? Selah.
49 Lorde where are become thy former olde louyng kyndnesses: which thou dydst sweare vnto Dauid by thy fayth that thou wouldest perfourme.
29 If I be wicked, why then labour I in vayne?
31 Yet shalt thou dippe me in the myre, and mine owne clothes shal defile 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?
9 Will God heare his crye, when trouble commeth vpon him?
5 Then let myne enemie persecute my soule and take me: yea, let hym put me to death, and lay myne honour in the dust. Selah.
1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
3 Doest thou open thyne eyes vpon such one, and bringest me into thy iudgement?
13 Haue mercy on me O God: consider the trouble whiche I suffer of them that hate me, lift me vp from the gates of death.
19 What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.
3 For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.
4 I am counted as one of them that go downe vnto the pit: and I am nowe become a man that hath no strength.
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.
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.
10 I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.
6 I went downe to the bottome of the mountaines, the earth with her barres was about me for euer: yet hast thou brought vp my lyfe from corruption, O Lorde my God.
15 But God wyll delyuer my soule from the place of hell: for he wyll receaue me. Selah.
14 Wherefore do I beare my fleshe in my teeth, and put my soule in myne handes?
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I may recouer my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seene.
23 Sure I am that thou wilt bryng me vnto death, euen to the lodging that is due vnto all men liuing.
11 For what powre haue I to endure? And what is myne end, that my soule might be patient?
30 That he bring backe his soule from the graue to the light, yea the light of the lyuing.
20 Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
7 Make 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.
6 Thou hast layde me in the lowest pit: in darknes and in deepenes.
15 What shall I say? The Lorde hath made a promise to me, yea and he hym selfe hath perfourmed it: I shall therefore so long as I lyue remember this bitternesse of my lyfe.
19 And thou art cast out of thy graue like a fylthy abhominable braunche, like as dead mens rayment that are shot thorowe with the sworde, and go downe to the stones of the deepe, as a dead coarse that is troden vnder feete.