Psalms 42:3
My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
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4And I powred out of me my very heart, remembryng this howe that before tyme I haue passed with a great number, bringyng the vnto the house of the Lord: with a voyce of ioy & prayse, & with a company that kept holy day.
5Why 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.
6My Lorde, my soule is discouraged within me: because I remember thee from the lande of Iordane, and from the litle hyll Hermonim.
7One deepe calleth another at the noyse of thy water pypes: all thy waues and stormes are gone ouer me.
8God 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.
9I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
10It 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?
11Why 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.
1To 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.
2My 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?
24For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
3I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
1To 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?
2O my God I crye all the day tyme, and in the night season, and I ceasse not: but thou hearest not.
9For I haue eaten asshes as it were bread, and mingled my drynke with weepyng,
2For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
2In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
20My friendes geue me many wordes to scorne, and myne eye powreth out teares vnto God.
5Thou feedest them with the bread of teares: and geuest them plenteously teares to drinke.
12Heare 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.
1To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wylt thou forget me O God, for euer? howe long wilt thou hyde thy face from me?
2Howe 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?
3For 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.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
6I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares.
7Mine eye is almost put out through griefe: and worne out through all mine enemies.
8Thou hast numbred my flittinges, thou hast put my teares in thy bottell: are not these thinges noted in thy booke?
82Myne eyes haue faynted after thy worde: whylest I say, when wilt thou comfort me.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
10For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
16Therfore do I weepe, and mine eyes gushe out of water: for the comfort that shoulde quicken me is farre fro me, my children are driuen away: for why? the enemie hath gotten the vpper hande.
21They 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.
22Let 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.
3For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
4For thy hande is heauie vpon me day and night: and my moysture is like the drouth in sommer. Selah.
1A 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:
11He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
20Reproofe 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.
12Haue ye no regarde all ye that go foreby, beholde & see yf there be any sorowe lyke vnto mine, wherwith the Lorde hath troubled me in the day of his fearefull wrath.
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.
6I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
4My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
17Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
16My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
28I went mourning without heate, I stoode vp in the congregation, & communed with them.
9Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
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.
49Myne eyes runne and cannot ceasse, for there is no rest:
9My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.