Psalms 41:8
They sayde some great mischiefe is lyghted vpon hym: and he that lyeth sicke on his bed, shall ryse vp no more.
They sayde some great mischiefe is lyghted vpon hym: and he that lyeth sicke on his bed, shall ryse vp no more.
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9 Yea besides this, euen myne owne friende whom I trusted: which dyd also eate of my bread, hath kicked very much agaynst me.
10 But be thou mercifull vnto me O God: rayse me vp agayne, and I shall rewarde them.
5 Myne enemies speake euyl of me: when shall he dye, and his name perishe?
6 But yf any of them came to visite me, he spake vanitie: his heart conceaued vngodlynesse within hym selfe, & when he came foorth a doores he vttered it.
7 All they that hated me whispered together: they imagined euyl agaynst me.
15 But in mine aduersitie they reioysed and gathered them together: yea, the very abiectes came together against me, yer I wyst they rented me a peeces and ceassed not.
10 Ueryly I hearde the euyll reportes of many, terrour was on euery side of me: complayne vpon hym say they, and we wyll tell his tale: Yea all myne owne companions, and suche as were conuersaunt with me, lay in wayte for my halting, saying: peraduenture he wylbe deceaued, and so shall we preuayle against hym, and be auenged of hym.
11 My louers and my neygbours dyd stande on the other syde lokyng vpon my plague: and my kinsmen stoode a farre of.
12 They also that sought after my lyfe layde snares for me: and they that went about to do me euyll, talked of wickednesse, and imagined deceipt all the day long.
18 Yea, the young men despised me, and when I rose they spake euill vpon me.
19 All my most familiers abhorred me: and they whom I loued best, are turned against me.
21 In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
22 His soule draweth vnto the graue, and his lyfe to death.
10 For myne enemies speake against me: and they that lay awayte for my soule take their counsayle together.
18 For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
12 Upon my right hande ryse the young men against me, they haue hurt my feete, treading vpon me as vpon the wayes of their destruction.
13 My pathes haue they cleane marred, it was so easye for them to do me harme, that they needed no man to help them.
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.
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.
9 His wrath hath torne me he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes.
10 They haue opened their mouthes wide vpon me, and smitten me vpon the cheeke dispitefully, they gather the selues together against me.
7 For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
19 He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
28 And I as a rotten thing do consume away, as a garment that is moth eaten.
4 They deuise only howe to thrust him from his promotion: they delight in a lye, they blesse with their mouth, and curse with their heart. Selah.
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.
3 God wyll comfort hym when he lyeth sicke vpon his bed: thou O God wylt turne vpside downe all his bed in his sicknesse.
7 All they that see me, laugh me to scorne: they do make a mowe, and nod their head at me.
13 For I haue hearde the villanie of the multitude, and feare was on euery side me: whyle they conspired together against me, and toke their counsell to take away my life.
38 I smote them downe, and they are not able to aryse: they haue taken such a fall vnder my feete.
26 They shall sleepe both alyke in the earth, and the wormes shall couer them.
3 For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
2 When the malitious approched neare vnto me for to eate vp my fleshe: mine enemies and foes stumbled and fell.
41 All they that go by the way spoyle hym: he is become a rebuke vnto his neyghbours.
2 And he neuerthelesse is wise, and will plague the wicked, and goeth not from his worde, he wyll aryse against the housholde of the frowarde, and against the helpe of euyll doers.
24 Notwithstanding, thou wilt not stretch out thyne hand against him that is in the graue: shal men crie out against him that is in destruction?
3 Deliuer me from the voyce of the enemie, and from the present affliction of the wicked: for they are minded to do me mischiefe, and are set malitiously against me.
5 My wordes dayly put me to sorow: all that they do imagine, is to do me euill.
6 They flocke together, they kepe them selues close: they marke my steppes, that they may lye in wayte for my soule.
26 For they persecute hym whom thou hast smitten: and they talke of the griefe of them whom thou hast wounded.
11 From his youth his bones are full of pleasures, but now shall it lye downe within him in the earth.
16 For I sayde heare me lest that they shoulde triumph on me: who auaunce them selues greatly agaynst me when my foote doth slyp.
11 I became a reprofe among al mine enemies, but especially among my neighbours: and they of mine acquaintaunce were afraide of me, and they that dyd see me without, conueyed them selues quickly fro me.
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.
7 Therfore myne enemie shalbe founde as the vngodly, and he that taketh part against me, as the vnrighteous.
10 But lo, he hath piked a quarell against me, and taketh me for his enemie.
23 Then clap men their handes at hym, and hisse at him out of his place.
15 Let death sodainly come vpon them, let them go downe quicke into hell: for wickednes is in their dwellinges and among them.
8 Let a sodayne destruction come vpon hym vnawares: and his net that he hath layde priuily catch hym selfe, let him fall into it with his owne destruction.