Psalms 88:9
My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.
My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.
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1 A 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:
2 let my prayer enter into thy presence, encline thyne eare vnto my crying.
3 For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.
7 Thyne indignation sore presseth me: and thou hast vexed me with all thy stormes. Selah.
8 Thou 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.
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.
13 But vnto thee do I crye O God: and my prayer commeth early in the morning before thee.
14 O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?
15 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.
7 Mine eye is almost put out through griefe: and worne out through all mine enemies.
7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
3 Be mercifull vnto me O God: for I do call dayly vpon thee.
15 Myne eyes be alwayes turned vnto God: for he wyll take my feete out of the net.
16 Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
6 I stretche foorth myne handes vnto thee: my soule as a thirstie lande gaspeth vnto thee. Selah.
8 Neuerthelesse, 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.
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.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
1 Vnto thee I crye O God my strength, make not as though thou were deafe at me: lest if thou holdest thy peace, I become like them that go downe into the graue.
2 Heare the voyce of my humble petitions when I crye vnto thee: when I holde vp my handes towarde thy holy place where thy arke is.
16 My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
1 A Psalme of Dauid. O God I call vpon thee, haste thee vnto me: geue eare vnto my voyce whylest I crye vnto thee.
82 Myne eyes haue faynted after thy worde: whylest I say, when wilt thou comfort me.
8 I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
9 Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
10 My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
13 Haue mercy on me O God: consider the trouble whiche I suffer of them that hate me, lift me vp from the gates of death.
22 And 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.
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.
9 I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
3 My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
8 For mine eyes loke vnto thee O God the Lorde: in thee is my trust, cast not my soule out of me.
14 Then chattered I lyke a swallowe, and lyke a crane, and mourned lyke a doue, I lift vp mine eyes into the heyght: O Lorde sayde my sicknesse kepeth me downe, ease thou 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.
2 O my God I crye all the day tyme, and in the night season, and I ceasse not: but thou hearest not.
20 My friendes geue me many wordes to scorne, and myne eye powreth out teares vnto God.
6 I call vpon thee O God, for thou wilt heare me: incline thine eare to me, hearken vnto my wordes.
1 The 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.
4 Thou dydst kepe the watche of mine eies: I was amased & coulde not speake.
28 I went mourning without heate, I stoode vp in the congregation, & communed with them.
12 Heare my prayer O God, and geue eares to my crying, holde not thy peace at my teares: for I am a strauger with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers were.
4 And I saide: I am cast away out of thy sight, yet wyll I loke againe toward thyne holy temple.
2 Hyde 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.
49 Myne eyes runne and cannot ceasse, for there is no rest:
8 Though I crye and call pitiously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.