Psalms 55:4
My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
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5Fearefulnes and trembling are come vpon me: and an horrible dread hath ouerwhelmed 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.
3Therfore are my loynes fylled with sorowe, heauinesse hath taken holde vpon me as the panges of a woman that is trauaylyng: it made me stoupe when I heard it, and it vexed me when I sawe it.
4My heart panted, fearefulnesse came vpon me: the nyght of my voluptuousnesse hath he turned agaynst me into feare.
3The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,
4The panges of death haue compassed me about: and the outragiousnes of the wicked haue astonyed me with feare.
5The panges of a graue haue compassed me about: the snares of death ouertoke me.
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.
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.
15I am in miserie, I labour euen from my youth with the panges of death: I haue suffered thy terrours, and I am styll in doubt.
16Thyne indignation hath gone ouer me: and thy terrours haue vndone me.
25For the thing that I feared is come vpon me, and the thing that I was afrayde of is happened vnto me,
5For the panges of death closed me about: the fludes of Belial put me in feare.
6The sorowes of hell compassed me about, the snares of death ouertoke me.
3Deliuer 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.
15Feare is turned vpon me, and they pursue my soule as the wind, and my health passeth away as a cloude.
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
17My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
8I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
21Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
12For innumerable troubles are come about me, my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me that I am not able to loke vp: yea they are mo in number then the heeres of my head, & my heart hath fayled me.
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.
15This is the cause that I shrinke at his presence, so that when I consider him, I am afrayde of hym.
16For God maketh my heart softe, and the almightie putteth me in feare.
10My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
19Ah my belly, ah my belly shalt thou crie, howe is my heart so sore? my heart panteth within me, I can not be styll, for I haue hearde the crying of the trumpettes, and peales of warre.
1At this also my heart is astonied, and moued out of his place.
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.
17Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
4For the arrowes of the almightie are vpon me, the poyson therof hath drunke vp my spirite, and the terrible feares of God are set against me.
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
3For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.
14Feare came vpon me & dread, which made all my bones to shake.
22Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
4My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
5Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
6I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
17The sorowes of myne heart are encreased: O bryng thou me out of my distresse.
1My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
53An extreme vnnaturall heat hath assayled me, because of the vngodly: who transgresse thy lawe.
6For when I consider my selfe I am afrayde, and my fleshe is smitten with feare.
13His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
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.
15That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
4For my manyfolde wickednes is gone ouer my head: and like a sore burthen is to heauie for me to beare.