Psalms 73:21
Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
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- Job 16:13 : 13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
- Ps 37:1 : 1 Of Dauid. Fret not thy selfe because of the vngodly: neither be thou enuious against the euyll doers.
- Ps 37:7 : 7 Holde thee still in God, and wayte paciently vpon him: fret not thy selfe at him whose way doth prosper, at the man that doth abhominations.
- Ps 73:3 : 3 For I enuied at the case of the foolishe: I sawe the wicked flowe in all kynde of prosperitie.
- Lam 3:13 : 13 The arrowes of his quiuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes.
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13 The arrowes of his quiuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes.
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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.
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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.
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18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
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13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
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22 So foolishe was I and voyde of vnderstanding: I was euen a bruite beast before thee.
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27 My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.
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4 My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
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14 All the day long I haue ben scourged: and chastened euery mornyng.
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2 Neuerthelesse, my feete were almost gone from me: my steppes had almost slypt.
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19 O remember yet my miserie and my trouble, the wormewood and the gall.
20 Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me.
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22 Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
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17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
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3 My heart was hotte within me, and whyle I was thus musyng the fire kyndled: and at the last I spake with my tongue.
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16 For God maketh my heart softe, and the almightie putteth me in feare.
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3 The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,
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11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
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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.
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2 Examine me O God and proue me: trye out my reynes and my heart.
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15 What shall I say? The Lorde hath made a promise to me, yea and he hym selfe hath perfourmed it: I shall therefore so long as I lyue remember this bitternesse of my lyfe.
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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.
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3 When my spirite was ouerwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked they haue priuily layde a snare for me.
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19 Ah 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.
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7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
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11 Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde.
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17 I am wroth with hym for his couetousnesse, I smite hym, I hide me and am angrie, and he turneth himselfe, and foloweth thee by the way of his owne heart.
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11 My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
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10 My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
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2 For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
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2 Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
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2 Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
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17 The sorowes of myne heart are encreased: O bryng thou me out of my distresse.