Psalms 77:2
In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
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3I called to remembraunce God, and I was disquieted: I conferred with my selfe, and my spirite was wrapped in pensiuenesse. Selah.
4Thou dydst kepe the watche of mine eies: I was amased & coulde not speake.
1To the chiefe musition vpon Ieduthun, a psalme of Asaph. My voyce was vnto the Lorde, and I cryed: my voyce was vnto the Lord, and he hearkened vnto me.
2O my God I crye all the day tyme, and in the night season, and I ceasse not: but thou hearest not.
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.
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.
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?
7When my soule fainted within me, I remembred the Lorde, and my prayer came in vnto thee into thy holy temple.
6I called to remembraunce my psalme, song on the musicall instrument in the nyght tyme: I communed with myne owne heart, & searched out my spirites.
1A song of high degrees. When I was in trouble I called vpon God: and he hearde me.
3My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
1The wise instruction of Dauid, a prayer when he was in the caue. I cryed vnto God with my voyce: euen vnto God I dyd make my supplication.
2I powred out before his face my cogitations: and I made a declaration of my trouble before his face.
3When my spirite was ouerwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked they haue priuily layde a snare for me.
4When 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.
2Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
3My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
6I stretche foorth myne handes vnto thee: my soule as a thirstie lande gaspeth vnto thee. Selah.
3The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,
4but I called vpon the name of God: saying O God, I beseche thee deliuer my soule
6I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares.
7I call vpon thee in the day of my trouble: for thou hearest me.
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:
3In the day of myne aduersitie I called vpon thee, and thou heardest me: thou enduedst my soule more and more with strength.
1By night in my bed I sought hym whom my soule loueth: yea diligently sought I him, but I found him not.
27My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.
17In the euening and morning, and at noone day wyll I pray, and that most instantly: and he wyll heare my voyce.
8Neuerthelesse, when thou dydst turne thy face, I was troubled: then I cryed vnto thee O God, then made I my humble prayers to thee my Lorde.
2Hyde not thy face from me in the day of my distresse: encline thine eare vnto me, heare me spedyly in the day that I call.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
7I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
9My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.
4When I layde me downe to sleepe, I sayde, O when shall I arise? and measuring the euening, I am euen full with tossing to and fro vnto the dawning of the day.
7In my tribulation did I call vppon the Lorde, and crye to my God: and he dyd heare my voyce out of his temple, and my crye did enter into his eares.
4I dyd call vpon God with my voyce, and he hearde me out of his holy hyll. Selah.
5I layde me downe and slept: and I rose vp agayne, for God sustayned me.
3I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
6But in this my distresse I dyd call vppon God, and I made my complaynt vnto my Lorde: he hearde my voyce out of his temple, and my crye came before his face, euen vnto his eares.
13When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch:
1To 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.
2O God my Lord I cryed vnto thee: and thou hast healed me.
6I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
8My heart hath sayde vnto thee according to this thy commaundement seeke ye my face: thy face O God wyll I seeke.
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
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.
17The sorowes of myne heart are encreased: O bryng thou me out of my distresse.
40I was in suche case, that by day the heate consumed me, and the frost by nyght, and my slepe departed from mine eyes.