Psalms 88:15

Bishops' Bible (1568)

I 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.

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  • Job 6:4 : 4 For 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.
  • Job 7:11-16 : 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. 12 Am I a sea or a whale fish, that thou kepest me so in prison? 13 When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch: 14 Then fearest thou me with dreames, & makest me so afrayde through visions, 15 That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne. 16 I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
  • Job 17:1 : 1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
  • Job 17:11-16 : 11 My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away, 12 Chaunging the night into day, and the light approching into darkenesse. 13 Though I tary neuer so much, yet the graue is my house, & I haue made my bed in the darke. 14 I saide to corruption, thou art my father, and to the wormes, you are my mother and my sister. 15 Where is then now my hope? or who hath considered the thing that I loke for? 16 These shall go downe with me into the pit, and lye with me in the dust.
  • Ps 22:14-15 : 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.
  • Ps 73:14 : 14 All the day long I haue ben scourged: and chastened euery mornyng.
  • Isa 53:3 : 3 He is dispised and abhorred of men, he is such a man as hath good experience of sorowes and infirmities: We haue reckened hym so vile, that we hyd our faces from hym.
  • Isa 53:10 : 10 Yet hath it pleased the Lord to smite hym with infirmitie, that when he had made his soule an offeryng for sinne, he might see long lastyng seede: and this deuice of the Lorde shall prosper in his hande.
  • Zech 13:7 : 7 Aryse O thou sworde vpon my shephearde, and vpon the man that is my felow, saith the lord of hoastes: smite the shepheard, & the sheepe shalbe scattred abroade: and so wyll I turne my hande to the litle ones.
  • Luke 22:44 : 44 And he was in an agonie, and he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was lyke droppes of blood, tricklyng downe to the grounde.

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  • 16Thyne indignation hath gone ouer me: and thy terrours haue vndone me.

  • 14O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?

  • Ps 55:4-5
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    4My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.

    5Fearefulnes and trembling are come vpon me: and an horrible dread hath ouerwhelmed me.

  • Ps 88:3-4
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    3For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.

    4I am counted as one of them that go downe vnto the pit: and I am nowe become a man that hath no strength.

  • Ps 88:6-9
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    6Thou hast layde me in the lowest pit: in darknes and in deepenes.

    7Thyne indignation sore presseth me: and thou hast vexed me with all thy stormes. Selah.

    8Thou hast put away myne acquaintaunce farre from me, and made me to be abhorred of them: I am shut vp, I can not get foorth.

    9My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.

  • 8I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.

  • 6I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.

  • 3The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,

  • Job 30:15-16
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    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.

  • 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.

  • 13Haue mercy on me O God: consider the trouble whiche I suffer of them that hate me, lift me vp from the gates of death.

  • Ps 31:9-10
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    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.

  • Ps 18:4-5
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    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.

  • Ps 143:3-4
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    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.

  • Ps 22:14-15
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    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.

  • 17Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.

  • 12Myne age is folden together & taken away from me lyke a sheepheardes cotage, I haue hewen of my lyfe by my sinnes, lyke as a weauer cutteth of his webbe: He wyll with pinyng sicknesse make an ende of me, yea he wyll make an ende of me in one day.

  • 10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.

  • 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.

  • Ps 129:1-2
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    1A song of high degrees. Israel may now say: they haue troubled me often from my youth vp.

    2They haue troubled me often from my youth vp: but they haue not preuayled against me.

  • 18The Lorde hath greatly chastened me: but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.

  • 14All the day long I haue ben scourged: and chastened euery mornyng.

  • 2 Sam 22:5-6
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    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.

  • 28Then am I afrayde of all my sorowes, for I knowe that thou wilt not iudge me innocent.

  • 22Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.

  • Ps 25:16-17
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    16Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.

    17The sorowes of myne heart are encreased: O bryng thou me out of my distresse.

  • 15This is the cause that I shrinke at his presence, so that when I consider him, I am afrayde of hym.

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    3My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?

  • Lam 1:13-14
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    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.

    14The yoke of my transgressions is bounde fast to his hande, they are wrapped or writhen and come vp about my necke: he hath caused my strength to fayle, the Lorde hath deliuered me into those handes wherout I can not quyte my selfe.

  • 1My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.

  • 107I am troubled aboue measure: quicken me O God accordyng vnto thy worde.

  • 1I am the man that thorowe the rodde of his wrath haue experience of miserie.

  • 10I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.

  • 1To 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?

  • 22And when I fled with al haste, I said I am cast out of the sight of thine eyes: neuerthelesse, thou heardest the voyce of my prayer when I cryed vnto thee.

  • 15That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne.