Psalms 38:2
For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
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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.
1 A psalme of Dauid to reduce in remembraunce. Rebuke me not O God in thyne anger: neither chasten me in thy heauie displeasure.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
12 He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marke to shoote at.
13 The arrowes of his quiuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes.
10 Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
4 For the arrowes of the almightie are vpon me, the poyson therof hath drunke vp my spirite, and the terrible feares of God are set against me.
12 I 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.
13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
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.
5 Thyne arrowes are sharpe: a people the kynges enemies shall submit in heart them selues vnto thee.
17 My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
18 For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
4 For thy hande is heauie vpon me day and night: and my moysture is like the drouth in sommer. Selah.
16 Thyne indignation hath gone ouer me: and thy terrours haue vndone me.
7 Thyne indignation sore presseth me: and thou hast vexed me with all thy stormes. Selah.
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
4 So much as sharpe arrowes of a strong man in thy sydes: with Iuniper coales powred on thy head.
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.
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 Thou art become myne enemie, and with thy violent hande thou takest part against me.
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.
16 For 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.
3 Against me is he turned, he turneth his hande dayly against me.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
1 To the chiefe musition on Neginoth vpon eyght, a psalme of Dauid. O God rebuke me not in thine indignation: neither chasten me in thy wrath.
2 Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
10 because of thine indignation and wrath: for thou hast set me vp, and cast me downe.
5 Thou hast fashioned me behinde and before: and layde thyne hande vpon me.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
4 My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
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.
13 Thou hast thrust sore at me, that I might fall: but God dyd ayde me
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.
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.
34 He hath taught my handes to fyght: and myne armes to breake a bowe of steele.
35 He teacheth my handes to fight: that euen a bowe of steele is broken with myne armes.
39 Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto battayle: thou hast made them to bowe downe vnder me who haue rysen vp agaynst me.
2 For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
10 It was as a sworde in my bones, when myne enemies dyd cast me in the teeth: in saying dayly vnto me, where is nowe thy Lorde?
22 Why do ye persecute me as God doth and are not satisfied with my fleshe?
4 Take me out of the net that they haue layde priuily for me: for thou art my strength.
26 For thou layest sharply to my charge, and punishest me for the sinnes of my youth.