Psalms 38:4
For my manyfolde wickednes is gone ouer my head: and like a sore burthen is to heauie for me to beare.
For my manyfolde wickednes is gone ouer my head: and like a sore burthen is to heauie for me to beare.
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2For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
3There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne.
12For 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.
5My woundes stinke and are corrupt: through my foolishnes.
6I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
7For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
8I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
9Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
13From 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.
14The 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.
17Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
18Because I confesse my wickednesse: and am sory for my sinne.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
10For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
17Beholde, bitter as gall was my pensiuenesse, so sore longed I for health, and it was thy pleasure to deliuer my lyfe from the filthy pit: for thou it is O Lorde that hast cast all my sinnes behynde thy backe.
18Loke thou vpon myne aduersitie and vpon my labour: and forgeue me all my sinne.
3For I do acknowledge my wickednesse: and my sinne is euer before me.
4Agaynst thee, only agaynst thee I haue sinned and done this euyll in thy sight: that thou mightest be iustified in thy saying, and founde pure when thou art iudged.
20Consider (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.
21They 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.
22Let 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.
12For our offences are many before thee, and our sinnes testifie against vs: yea we must confesse that we offende, and knowledge that we do amisse,
3My misdeedes haue preuayled against me: oh be thou mercifull vnto our wicked transgressions.
3For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
4For thy hande is heauie vpon me day and night: and my moysture is like the drouth in sommer. Selah.
5Therfore I haue made knowen my faultes vnto thee, and my righteousnes haue I not hid: I sayd I will confesse my wickednes vnto God, and thou forgauest the vnrighteousnes of my sinne. Selah.
17Myne iniquitie is sealed vp as it were in a bagge, and thou addest punishement vnto my wickednesse.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
4My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
3For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.
4I am counted as one of them that go downe vnto the pit: and I am nowe become a man that hath no strength.
9Turne thy face from my sinnes: and wype out all my misdeedes.
20I 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?
3For nowe it woulde be heauier then the sande of the sea: and this is the cause, that my wordes fayle me.
5God thou knowest my folly: and my faultes are not hyd from thee.
4I sayde, O God be mercifull vnto me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned agaynst thee.
14If I dyd sinne, thou haddest an eye vnto me, and shalt not pronounce me innocent from myne offence.
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
26For thou layest sharply to my charge, and punishest me for the sinnes of my youth.
23How many are my misdeedes and sinnes? let me knowe my transgressions and offences.
14I 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.
5Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
19Alas 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.
16Thyne indignation hath gone ouer me: and thy terrours haue vndone me.
28Then am I afrayde of all my sorowes, for I knowe that thou wilt not iudge me innocent.
15What 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.
54They haue powred water vpon my head: then thought I, nowe am I vndone.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
17My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
18For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.