Psalms 42:10

Bishops' Bible (1568)

It was as a sworde in my bones, when myne enemies dyd cast me in the teeth: in saying dayly vnto me, where is nowe thy Lorde?

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Referenced Verses

  • Ps 42:3 : 3 My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
  • Joel 2:17 : 17 Let the priestes the Lordes ministers weepe betwixt the porche & the aulter, and let them say, Spare thy people O Lord, and geue not ouer thine heritage to reproche, that the heathen shoulde rule ouer them: Wherfore shoulde they say amongst the heathen, Where is their God?
  • Mic 7:10 : 10 She that is myne enemie, shall loke vpon it and be confounded, which nowe sayth, Where is the Lorde thy God? myne eyes shall beholde her when she shalbe troden downe as the myre in the streetes.
  • Luke 2:35 : 35 And moreouer, the sworde shall pearce thy soule, that the thoughtes of many heartes may be opened.
  • Prov 12:18 : 18 A slaunderous person pricketh lyke a sworde: but a wise mans tongue is wholsome.

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  • Ps 42:8-9
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    8 God wyll graunt his louing kindnesse on the day tyme: and in the nyght season I wyll syng of hym, and make my prayer vnto the Lorde of my lyfe.

    9 I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?

  • Ps 42:2-3
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    2 My soule is a thirst for the Lorde, yea euen for the lyuyng Lorde: when shall I come to appeare before the face of the Lorde?

    3 My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.

  • 11 Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wil yet acknowledge him to be only my present saluation, and my Lorde.

  • 2 For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.

  • 2 Howe long shall I seke counsayle in my soule, and be so vexed in mine heart euery day? howe long shall myne enemie triumph ouer me?

  • 8 Myne enemies reuile me all the day long: and they that are in a rage against me, make their oth by me.

  • Lam 1:21-22
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    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.

  • Ps 71:10-11
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    10 For myne enemies speake against me: and they that lay awayte for my soule take their counsayle together.

    11 They say, the Lorde hath forsaken hym: do you persecute hym and take hym, for there is none to delyuer hym.

  • 10 O Lorde shall the aduersarie do this dishonour continually? shall the enemie blaspheme thy name for euer?

  • Job 16:9-10
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    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.

  • 2 Myne enemies are dayly in hande to swalowe me vp: for they be many that fight against me, O thou most highest.

  • 5 My wordes dayly put me to sorow: all that they do imagine, is to do me euill.

  • 5 Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I will yet acknowledge him only to be a present saluation.

  • 5 Myne enemies speake euyl of me: when shall he dye, and his name perishe?

  • Ps 31:10-11
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    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.

    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.

  • 5 Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wyll yet acknowledge hym to be only my present saluation, & my Lorde.

  • 24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thyne enemie?

  • 13 From 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.

  • Lam 3:3-4
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    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.

  • Ps 143:3-4
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    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.

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

  • 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.

  • Jer 20:10-11
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    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 But the Lorde stoode by me lyke a mightie giaunt, therefore my persecutours fell and coulde do nothing: they shalbe sore confounded, for they haue done vnwisely, they shall haue an euerlasting shame, which shall neuer be forgotten.

  • 2 I will say vnto God: O do not condempne me, but shewe me wherefore thou contendest so with me?

  • 1 To the chiefe musition of the mornyng hinde, a psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so farre from my health, and from the wordes of my complaynt?

  • 14 But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.

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    2 Many say of my soule: there is no saluation for it in God. Selah.

  • 3 Lo, ten times haue ye reproched me, and are not ashamed, but haue laughed me to scorne.

  • 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.

  • 4 Lest myne enemie say, I haue preuayled agaynst hym: lest they that trouble me reioyce yf I shoulde be remoued.

  • 1 Why standest thou so farre of O God? why hidest thee in the tyme of trouble?

  • 10 But lo, he hath piked a quarell against me, and taketh me for his enemie.

  • 11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.

  • 14 I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songues vpon me all the day long.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 19 Consider myne enemies, for they do multiplie: and they beare a tirannous hate against me.

  • 8 For since I began to preache, I cryed out against violencie, and exclamed against oppression: for the whiche cause they cast the worde of the Lorde in my teeth, to my reproche continually.

  • 22 Why do ye persecute me as God doth and are not satisfied with my fleshe?

  • 17 I may tell all my bones. They stande staring & gasing vpon me:

  • 51 Who beyng thine enemies O God do dishonour: who do dishonour the footsteppes of thine annoynted.

  • 20 Reproofe hath broke my heart a peeces, I am full of heauinesse: I loked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none, and for some that shoulde comfort me, but I coulde fynde none.