Psalms 88:3
For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.
For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.
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4I am counted as one of them that go downe vnto the pit: and I am nowe become a man that hath no strength.
5I am free among the dead: like such as beyng kylled lye in a graue, whom thou remembrest no more, and are cut away from thy hande.
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.
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
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.
14O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?
15I 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.
16Thyne indignation hath gone ouer me: and thy terrours haue vndone me.
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.
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
5The panges of a graue haue compassed me about: the snares of death ouertoke 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:
2let my prayer enter into thy presence, encline thyne eare vnto my crying.
1My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
6The sorowes of hell compassed me about, the snares of death ouertoke me.
4My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
1My 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.
3My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
7Make speede, hearken vnto me O God, my spirite waxeth faynt: hyde not thy face from me, for I am lyke vnto them that go downe into the pyt.
6I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
7For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
8I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
9Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
17The sorowes of myne heart are encreased: O bryng thou me out of my distresse.
17Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
22His soule draweth vnto the graue, and his lyfe to death.
10I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.
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.
5The waters compassed me euen vnto the soule, the deapth closed me on euery side, and the weedes were wrapt about my head.
6I went downe to the bottome of the mountaines, the earth with her barres was about me for euer: yet hast thou brought vp my lyfe from corruption, O Lorde my God.
2Many say of my soule: there is no saluation for it in God. Selah.
18Draw nigh vnto my soule & redeeme it: for myne enemies sake oh redeeme me.
3Thou God hast raysed vp my soule from the graue: thou hast preserued my life from them that go downe into ye pit.
1To the chiefe musition vpon Sosanim (a psalme) of Dauid. Saue me O Lorde: for waters haue entred in vnto my soule.
2I am ouer the head in deepe myre where I feele no grounde: I plunge in deepe waters where the streame ouerwhelmeth me.
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.
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.
9And they that seeke my soule to oppresse it: shall go vnder the earth.
4For my manyfolde wickednes is gone ouer my head: and like a sore burthen is to heauie for me to beare.
13For great is thy mercy towarde me: and thou hast deliuered my soule from the lowest part of hell.
15That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne.
13Though I tary neuer so much, yet the graue is my house, & I haue made my bed in the darke.
11For thy names sake O God thou wilt cause me to lyue: and for thy righteousnesse sake thou wilt bryng my soule out of trouble.
22Let 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.
2I powred out before his face my cogitations: and I made a declaration of my trouble before his face.
53They haue put downe my life into a pit, and they haue cast stones vpon me.