Psalms 69:20
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.
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.
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21 They gaue me for meate, gall to eate: and when I was thirstie, they gaue me vineger to drynke.
19 Thou hast knowen my reproofe, my shame, and my dishonour: myne aduersaries are all in thy syght.
9 For the zeale of thine house hath euen eaten me: and the rebukes of them that rebuked thee, are fallen vpon me.
10 And I wept chastenyng my soule with fastyng: and that was turned to my reproofe.
11 Also I put on sackcloth for my garment: and they iested at 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.
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.
4 When I loked vpon my ryght hande and sawe rounde about me there was no man that woulde knowe me: I had no place to flee vnto, and no man cared for my soule.
7 For thy sake haue I suffered reprofe, shame hath couered my face:
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
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.
8 I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
19 All my most familiers abhorred me: and they whom I loued best, are turned against me.
20 My friendes geue me many wordes to scorne, and myne eye powreth out teares vnto God.
22 Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
16 Therfore 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.
12 Haue 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.
19 Alas howe am I hurt? alas howe paynefull are my scourges vnto me? for I consider this sorowe by my selfe, and I must suffer it.
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.
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 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.
6 But as for me I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of men, and an outcast of the people.
7 All they that see me, laugh me to scorne: they do make a mowe, and nod their head at me.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
25 I am become also a reproche vnto them: they gase vpon me and they shake their head.
9 For I haue eaten asshes as it were bread, and mingled my drynke with weepyng,
4 Therfore sayde I, Let me alone, and I wyll make lamentation: Ye shall not be able to comfort me because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.
14 I 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.
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.
3 Lo, ten times haue ye reproched me, and are not ashamed, but haue laughed me to scorne.
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
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?
50 Remember O Lorde the dishonour * of thy seruauntes: I beare in my bosome the dishonour of all people that be mightie.
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
25 Dyd not I weepe with hym that was in trouble? Had not my soule compassion vpon the poore?
16 Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
11 They say, the Lorde hath forsaken hym: do you persecute hym and take hym, for there is none to delyuer hym.
19 Hast thou then vtterly forsaken Iuda? Doest thou so abhorre Sion? Wherfore hast thou so plagued vs, that we can be healed no more? We loked for peace, and there commeth no good, for the tyme of health, and lo here is nothyng but trouble.
14 Myne owne kinsefolkes haue forsaken me, and my best acquainted haue forgotten me.
10 They haue opened their mouthes wide vpon me, and smitten me vpon the cheeke dispitefully, they gather the selues together against me.
3 My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
10 My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
14 I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songues vpon me all the day long.
26 For they persecute hym whom thou hast smitten: and they talke of the griefe of them whom thou hast wounded.
12 Truely he was not mine enemie that hath done me this dishonour, for then I coulde haue borne it: neither was he one that seemed to hate me that dyd magnifie hym selfe against me, for then I woulde haue hyd my selfe from him.
9 He hath spoyled me of myne honour, and taken the crowne away from my head.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.