Psalms 38:9
Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
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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.
10 My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
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.
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
24 For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
15 For on thee O God I haue wayted: thou shalt aunswere for me O Lorde my God.
9 Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
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.
56 Thou hast heard my voyce, and hast not turned away thyne eares from my sighing and crying.
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.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I may recouer my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seene.
1 A song, the psalme of the sonnes of Corach, to the chiefe musition vpon Mahalath Leannoth, a wise instruction of Heman the Ezrahite. O God the Lorde of my saluation, I crye day and night before thee:
2 let my prayer enter into thy presence, encline thyne eare vnto my crying.
1 A prayer of the afflicted when he was ouerwhelmed, and when he did powre out his petition before the face of God. Heare my prayer O God: and let my crying come in vnto thee.
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.
7 And nowe Lord what wayte I after? truely my hope is euen in thee.
2 I powred out before his face my cogitations: and I made a declaration of my trouble before his face.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
8 My heart hath sayde vnto thee according to this thy commaundement seeke ye my face: thy face O God wyll I seeke.
8 O that I might haue my desire, and that God woulde graunt me the thing that I long for:
1 A Psalme of Dauid. O God I call vpon thee, haste thee vnto me: geue eare vnto my voyce whylest I crye vnto thee.
20 My soule faynteth: for the very feruent desire that it hath alwaye vnto thy iudgementes.
1 To the chiefe musition a wise instruction of the sonnes of Corach. Lyke as the Hart brayeth for water brookes: so panteth my soule after thee O God.
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
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.
2 Let thine eares be attentiue: vnto the voyce of my petition for grace.
6 I stretche foorth myne handes vnto thee: my soule as a thirstie lande gaspeth vnto thee. Selah.
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.
13 But vnto thee do I crye O God: and my prayer commeth early in the morning before thee.
14 O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?
25 Whom haue I in heauen but thee? and there is none vpon earth that I desire besides thee.
131 I opened my mouth and panted: for I bare a great affection to thy commaundementes.
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.
2 My soule hath a desire and a longing to enter into the courtes of God: my heart and my flesh leapeth with ioy for to go to the liuing Lorde.
9 My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.
8 Neuerthelesse, when thou dydst turne thy face, I was troubled: then I cryed vnto thee O God, then made I my humble prayers to thee my Lorde.
1 Vnto thee I crye O God my strength, make not as though thou were deafe at me: lest if thou holdest thy peace, I become like them that go downe into the graue.
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.
3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
17 The sorowes of myne heart are encreased: O bryng thou me out of my distresse.
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.
22 Thou hast seene this O God, holde not thy tongue then: go not farre from me O Lorde.
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
2 Take heede vnto me, and heare me: I can not choose but mourne in my prayer, and make a noyse.
13 O God let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me: make haste O God to helpe me.