Isaiah 38:13
I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
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12 Myne age is folden vp together and taken awaye fro me, like a sheperdes cotage: my lyfe is hewen of, like as a weeuer cutteth of his webb. Whyl I was yet takinge my rest, he hewed me of, & made an ende of me in one daie.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
17 My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
3 Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
10 He layeth waite for me like a Bere, and as a lyon in a hole.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampinge and roaringe lyon.
14 I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
12 I was somtyme in wealth, but sodenly hath he brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rente me, and set me, as it were a marck for him to shute at.
13 He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
14 He hath geue me one wounde vpon another, and is falle vpon me like a giaunte.
14 Then chatred I like a swalowe, and like a Crane, and mourned as a doue. I lift vp myne eyes in to ye hight: O LORDE, (sayde I) violence is done vnto me, be thou suertie for me.
15 What shal I speake or say, ethat he maye this doo? yt I maye lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my life?
8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
2 Lest he hantch vp my soule like a lyon, & teare it in peces, whyle there is none to helpe.
4 When I layed me downe to slepe, I sayde: O when shal I ryse? Agayne, I longed sore for the night. Thus am I full off sorowe, till it be darcke.
10 Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
17 It is he that delyuereth my soule in peace, from them that laye waite for me: for they are many agaynst me.
40 On the daye tyme the heate cosumed me, and the frost on the night, and my slepe departed fro myne eyes.
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
2 Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?
19 But I (as a meke lambe) was caried awaye to be slayne: not knowinge, that they had deuysed soch a councel agaynst me, sayenge: We will destroye his meate with wod, and dryue him out of the londe of the lyuynge, that his name shal neuer be thought vpon.
17 They pearsed my hondes and my fete, I might haue tolde all my bones: as for them, they stode staringe and lokinge vpon me.
7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
8 (wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
9 He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
14 Wherfore do I beare my flesh in my teth, and my soule in myne hondes?
15 Lo, there is nether coforte ner hope for me, yf he wil slaye me. But yf I shewe and reproue myne owne wayes in his sight,
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
17 LORDE, whan wilt thou loke vpo this? O restore my soule from ye wicked rumoure of the, my dearlinge from the lyons.
14 Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?
11 My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
28 where as I (notwithstondinge) must consume like as a foule carion, and as a cloth that is moth eaten.
6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
19 he chasteneth him with sicknesse, & bringeth him to his bed: he laieth sore punyshmet vpo his bones,
2 O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
13 Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
23 He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
4 Sela. This shal God sende, for his mercy and faithfulnesse sake. I lye with my soule amonge the cruell lyons:
10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.
16 He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.