Psalms 31:9
Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
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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.
7 Mine eye is almost put out through griefe: and worne out through all mine enemies.
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.
16 Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
17 The sorowes of myne heart are encreased: O bryng thou me out of my distresse.
2 Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
3 My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
4 Turne thee O God, and deliuer my soule: Oh saue me for thy mercies sake.
7 I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
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.
7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
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.
22 Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
4 I sayde, O God be mercifull vnto me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned agaynst thee.
9 My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.
82 Myne eyes haue faynted after thy worde: whylest I say, when wilt thou comfort me.
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.
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 For mine eyes loke vnto thee O God the Lorde: in thee is my trust, cast not my soule out of me.
16 My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
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.
10 Heare me O God, and haue mercy vppon me: O God be thou my helper.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
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.
123 Myne eyes haue faynted with lokyng for thy saluation: and for the worde of thy ryghteousnesse.
26 Helpe me O my Lorde: oh saue me according to thy mercy.
3 For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.
16 Therfore do I weepe, and mine eyes gushe out of water: for the comfort that shoulde quicken me is farre fro me, my children are driuen away: for why? the enemie hath gotten the vpper hande.
11 All her people seeke their bread with heauinesse, and loke what precious thyng euery man hath, that geueth he for meate to saue his lyfe: Consider O Lorde, and see howe vile I am become.
1 To the chiefe musition (to be song lyke vnto the song beginning) destroy not, a golden psalme of Dauid, when he fled from Saul into the caue. Be mercifull vnto me O Lorde, be mercifull vnto me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and vnder the shadowe of thy wynges wyll I trust, vntyll this tiranny be ouerpast.
11 For thy names sake O God thou wilt cause me to lyue: and for thy righteousnesse sake thou wilt bryng my soule out of trouble.
3 Loke downe and heare me O God my Lorde: lighten myne eyes, lest that I sleepe in death.
3 The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,
28 My soule melteth away for very heauinesse: comfort thou me accordyng to thy worde.
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
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.
51 Mine eyes breaketh my heart, because of all the daughters of my citie.
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
4 My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
10 Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
3 Haue mercy vpon vs O God, haue mercy vpon vs: for we haue suffered enough of dispite.
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.
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.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I may recouer my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seene.
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.
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.