Psalms 39:3

Bishops' Bible (1568)

My heart was hotte within me, and whyle I was thus musyng the fire kyndled: and at the last I spake with my tongue.

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Referenced Verses

  • Jer 20:9 : 9 Wherefore I thought from hencefoorth not to speake of hym, nor to preache any more in his name: but the worde of the Lorde was a very burning fire in my heart and in my bones, whiche when I woulde haue stopped, I might not.
  • Luke 24:32 : 32 And they sayde betweene them selues: Dyd not our heartes burne within vs, whyle he talked with vs by the way, and opened vnto vs the scriptures?
  • Ezek 3:14 : 14 Nowe when the spirite lift me vp and tooke me away, I went in bitternesse and furie of my spirite: but the hande of the Lorde vpon me was strong.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Ps 39:1-2
    2 verses
    80%

    1To the chiefe musition Ieduthun, a psalme of Dauid. I sayde to my selfe I wyll take heede to my wayes, that I offende not in my tongue: I wyll kepe my mouth as it were with a brydell, whylest the vngodly is in my syght.

    2I became dumbe through scilence, I helde my peace from speakyng of good wordes: but the more was my sorowe increased.

  • 9Wherefore I thought from hencefoorth not to speake of hym, nor to preache any more in his name: but the worde of the Lorde was a very burning fire in my heart and in my bones, whiche when I woulde haue stopped, I might not.

  • 3My mouth shall vtter wisdome: the cogitations of myne heart wyll bryng foorth knowledge.

  • 21Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.

  • 1To the chiefe musition (on the instrument) Sosannim (to be song of the) children of Corach. A song of loue, geuyng wise instructions. My heart is endityng of a good matter: I wyll dedicate my workes vnto the king, my tongue is as the penne of a redy writer.

  • 3For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.

  • 1At this also my heart is astonied, and moued out of his place.

  • Job 33:2-3
    2 verses
    72%

    2Behold, I haue now opened my mouth, my tongue hath spoken in my throte.

    3My heart doth order my wordes aright, and my lippes talke of pure wysedome.

  • Ps 102:3-4
    2 verses
    72%

    3For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.

    4My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.

  • 27Hath my heart medled priuyly with any disceite? or did I euer kisse myne owne hande?

  • 4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.

  • 6I called to remembraunce my psalme, song on the musicall instrument in the nyght tyme: I communed with myne owne heart, & searched out my spirites.

  • 3Thou hast proued myne heart, thou hast visited it in the nyght season: thou hast tryed me, and founde no wickednesse, for I purposed that nothyng shoulde scape my mouth.

  • 16Therfore I considered howe I might vnderstande this: but it was to paynefull in myne eyes.

  • 8I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.

  • 2The spirite of the Lorde spake by me, and his word was in my tongue.

  • Ps 39:9-10
    2 verses
    71%

    9I became dumbe, and opened not my mouth: for it was thy doyng.

    10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.

  • 9Smoke went out at his nosthryls, & consuming fyre out of his mouth: coles were kindled thereat.

  • 131I opened my mouth and panted: for I bare a great affection to thy commaundementes.

  • 21His breath maketh the coles burne, and the flambe goeth out of his mouth.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 14whiche I promised with my lippes, and spake with my mouth when I was in trouble.

  • 17I called vnto hym with my mouth: and I exalted him with my tongue.

  • 2For the same cause do my thoughtes compell me to aunswere, and therefore, make haste.

  • 19What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.

  • 20Therfore will I speake, that I may haue a bent: I will open my lippes, and make aunswere.

  • 14Lyke as a fire that burneth vp the wood: and as the flambe that consumeth the mountaynes.

  • 16Yea my raynes shalbe very glad, if thy lippes speake the thing that is right.

  • 27My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.

  • 8In his anger a smoke ascended vp: and a fire out of his mouth dyd cosume, and euery cole therof dyd set a fire.

  • Ps 22:14-15
    2 verses
    69%

    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.

    15My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

  • 3I called to remembraunce God, and I was disquieted: I conferred with my selfe, and my spirite was wrapped in pensiuenesse. Selah.

  • 18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.

  • 11Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde.

  • 10I beleued, therfore I wyll speake: I was sore afflicted,

  • 19In the multitude of my cogitations from the bottome of my heart: thy comfortes dyd recreate my soule.

  • 23Searche me to the quicke O Lorde, and knowe thou myne heart: proue me and knowe thou my thoughtes.

  • 40I was in suche case, that by day the heate consumed me, and the frost by nyght, and my slepe departed from mine eyes.

  • 4O God make me to knowe mine ende, and the number of my dayes: that I may be certified howe long I haue to lyue.

  • 13I haue declared with my lyppes: all the iudgementes of thy mouth.

  • 1A psalme of Dauid to reduce in remembraunce. Rebuke me not O God in thyne anger: neither chasten me in thy heauie displeasure.

  • 2Neuerthelesse, my feete were almost gone from me: my steppes had almost slypt.

  • 3Set a watch O God before my mouth: and kepe the doore of my lippes.

  • 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.