Psalms 31:10
For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
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9 Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
7 For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
8 I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
9 Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
10 My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
7 Mine eye is almost put out through griefe: and worne out through all mine enemies.
3 For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.
4 My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
17 My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
11 I 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.
12 I became cleane forgotten as a dead man out of minde: I became like a broken vessell.
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.
1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
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.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
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.
14 The 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.
7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
2 Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
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.
12 For 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.
3 For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.
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.
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.
3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
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.
3 There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne.
4 For my manyfolde wickednes is gone ouer my head: and like a sore burthen is to heauie for me to beare.
18 I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
23 he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
11 My dayes fade away lyke a shadowe: and I am wythered lyke grasse.
4 My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
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.
24 For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
10 Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
11 My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
24 My knees are weake through fasting: my fleshe is dryed vp for want of fatnesse.
12 Myne age is folden together & taken away from me lyke a sheepheardes cotage, I haue hewen of my lyfe by my sinnes, lyke as a weauer cutteth of his webbe: He wyll with pinyng sicknesse make an ende of me, yea he wyll make an ende of me in one day.
19 Alas howe am I hurt? alas howe paynefull are my scourges vnto me? for I consider this sorowe by my selfe, and I must suffer it.
21 In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
8 And that thou hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face.
22 Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.