Psalms 6:3
My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
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1 To the chiefe musition on Neginoth vpon eyght, a psalme of Dauid. O God rebuke me not in thine indignation: neither chasten me in thy wrath.
2 Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
4 Turne thee O God, and deliuer my soule: Oh saue me for thy mercies sake.
1 To 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?
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?
9 Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
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.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
17 My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
2 How long wyll ye vexe my soule, and trouble me with wordes?
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
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 For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.
46 O God howe long wylt thou hyde thy selfe? for euer? shall thy wrath burne lyke fire?
3 The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,
4 but I called vpon the name of God: saying O God, I beseche thee deliuer my soule
11 For thy names sake O God thou wilt cause me to lyue: and for thy righteousnesse sake thou wilt bryng my soule out of trouble.
1 A psalme of Dauid when he fled from the face of Absalom his sonne. O God howe are myne enemies increased? many do ryse vp against me.
20 Consider (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.
8 I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
4 I sayde, O God be mercifull vnto me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned agaynst thee.
6 I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares.
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.
6 My Lorde, my soule is discouraged within me: because I remember thee from the lande of Iordane, and from the litle hyll Hermonim.
2 My soule hath a desire and a longing to enter into the courtes of God: my heart and my flesh leapeth with ioy for to go to the liuing Lorde.
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
3 Be mercifull vnto me O God: for I do call dayly vpon thee.
14 O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?
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.
7 I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
5 O God, howe long wylt thou be angry? shall thy ielousie burne lyke fire for euer?
6 I stretche foorth myne handes vnto thee: my soule as a thirstie lande gaspeth vnto thee. Selah.
3 O God howe long shall the vngodly: howe long shall the vngodly triumph?
28 My soule melteth away for very heauinesse: comfort thou me accordyng to thy worde.
13 Haue mercy on me O God: consider the trouble whiche I suffer of them that hate me, lift me vp from the gates of death.
4 O God, Lorde of hoastes: howe long wylt thou be angry at the prayer of thy people?
19 Why goest thou not fro me, nor lettest me alone, so long till I may swalowe downe my spyttle?
7 Returne O my soule vnto thy rest: for God hath rewarded thee.
16 Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
17 The sorowes of myne heart are encreased: O bryng thou me out of my distresse.
6 My soule hath dwelt long: with hym that hateth peace.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
20 Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me.
4 My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
1 My soule is cut of though I lyue, I wil powre out my coplaynte against my selfe, and will speake out of the very heauinesse of my soule.
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?
2 O God my Lord I cryed vnto thee: and thou hast healed me.
13 Turne agayne O God (what, for euer wylt thou be angry?) and be gratious vnto thy seruauntes.
1 To the chiefe musition (to be song lyke vnto the song beginning) destroy not, a golden psalme of Dauid, when he fled from Saul into the caue. Be mercifull vnto me O Lorde, be mercifull vnto me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and vnder the shadowe of thy wynges wyll I trust, vntyll this tiranny be ouerpast.