Psalms 39:3
My heart was hotte within me, and whyle I was thus musyng the fire kyndled: and at the last I spake with my tongue.
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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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.