Psalms 35:14
I kept them company whersoeuer they went, as though they had ben my frende or brother: I went heauyly, as one that mourned for his mother.
I kept them company whersoeuer they went, as though they had ben my frende or brother: I went heauyly, as one that mourned for his mother.
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13 Neuerthelesse, when they were sicke I did put on sackcloth: I afflicted my soule with fasting, and my prayer returned into myne owne bosome.
15 But in mine aduersitie they reioysed and gathered them together: yea, the very abiectes came together against me, yer I wyst they rented me a peeces and ceassed not.
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
25 Dyd not I weepe with hym that was in trouble? Had not my soule compassion vpon the poore?
27 My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.
28 I went mourning without heate, I stoode vp in the congregation, & communed with them.
12 Truely he was not mine enemie that hath done me this dishonour, for then I coulde haue borne it: neither was he one that seemed to hate me that dyd magnifie hym selfe against me, for then I woulde haue hyd my selfe from him.
15 I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
16 My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
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.
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.
20 My friendes geue me many wordes to scorne, and myne eye powreth out teares vnto God.
12 Haue ye no regarde all ye that go foreby, beholde & see yf there be any sorowe lyke vnto mine, wherwith the Lorde hath troubled me in the day of his fearefull wrath.
14 Then chattered I lyke a swallowe, and lyke a crane, and mourned lyke a doue, I lift vp mine eyes into the heyght: O Lorde sayde my sicknesse kepeth me downe, ease thou 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.
10 And I wept chastenyng my soule with fastyng: and that was turned to my reproofe.
11 Also I put on sackcloth for my garment: and they iested at me.
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.
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.
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.
14 He that is in tribulation, ought to be comforted of his neyghbour: but the feare of the almightie is cleane away.
19 All my most familiers abhorred me: and they whom I loued best, are turned against me.
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.
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
12 And they mourned, and wept, and fasted vntil euen for Saul and Ionathan his sonne, & for the people of the Lorde, and for the house of Israel, because they were ouerthrowen with the sworde.
3 For when I my selfe was my fathers deare sonne, and tenderly beloued of my mother:
13 He hath put my brethren farre away from me, and myne acquaintaunce are also become straungers vnto me.
14 Myne owne kinsefolkes haue forsaken me, and my best acquainted haue forgotten me.
9 For I haue eaten asshes as it were bread, and mingled my drynke with weepyng,
2 Nay I haue restrayned my soule, and kept it lowe like a chylde that is weaned from his mother: yea my soule is within me as a weaned chylde.
8 Lament as a virgin girded with sackcloth, for the husbande of her youth.
25 When I agreed vnto their way, I was the chiefe, and sate as a king with his armie about him: and when they were in heauinesse, I was their comfortour.
22 He said: While the childe was yet ailue I fasted and wept: for this I thought, Who can tell whether God wyll haue mercy on me, that the childe may lyue?
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.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
11 My louers and my neygbours dyd stande on the other syde lokyng vpon my plague: and my kinsmen stoode a farre of.
20 Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me.
18 (For from my youth it hath growen vp with me as with a father, and from my mothers wombe I haue ben guyde to the wydowe)
7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
31 My harpe is turned to mourning, and my organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
6 For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
13 They sate them downe by him also vpon the grounde seuen dayes & seuen nightes, and none spake a worde vnto him: for they sawe that his greefe was very great.
12 Heare my prayer O God, and geue eares to my crying, holde not thy peace at my teares: for I am a strauger with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers were.
16 Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
10 O mother, alas that thou euer didst beare me, a brawler and rebuker of the whole lande: though I neuer lent nor receaued vpon vsurie, yet all men speake euyll vpon me.
2 I became dumbe through scilence, I helde my peace from speakyng of good wordes: but the more was my sorowe increased.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
1 O that I might finde thee without and kisse thee, whom I loue as my brother whiche suckt my mothers brestes, and that thou shalt not be dispised,