Isaiah 38:14
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.
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- Isa 59:11 : 11 We roare all like Beeres, & mourne stil like doues. We loke for equite, but there is none: for health, but it is farre fro vs.
- Ps 119:122-123 : 122 Be thou suertie for thy seruaut to do him good, that the proude do me no wronge. 123 Myne eyes are waysted awaye wt lokynge for thy health, & for ye worde of thy rightuousnesse.
- Job 30:29 : 29 But now. I am a copanyon of dragons, & a felowe of Esiriches.
- Ps 69:3 : 3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
- Ezek 7:16 : 16 And soch as escape and fle from amonge them, shal be vpon the hilles, like as the doues in the felde: euery one shalbe afrayed, because off his owne wickednesse.
- Nah 2:7 : 7 The quene hir self shal be led awaye captyue, and hir gentilwomen shal mourne as the doues, & grone within their hertes.
- Job 17:3 : 3 O delyuer me, and set me by the, who shall then be able to thrust my hondes together?
- Ps 102:4-7 : 4 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred. 5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh. 6 I am become like a Pellicane in the wildernes, and like an Oule in a broken wall. 7 I wake, and am euen as it were a sparow sittinge alone vpon the house toppe.
- Ps 119:82 : 82 Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?
- Ps 123:1-4 : 1 Unto the lift I vp myne eyes, thou yt dwellest in the heauens. 2 Beholde, euen as the eyes of seruautes loke vnto the handes of their masters: and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the handes of hir mastresse, euen so oure eyes wayte vpon the LORDE or God, vntill he haue mercy vpo vs. 3 Haue mercy vpo vs (o LORDE) haue mercy vpon vs, for we are vtterly despysed. 4 Oure soule is fylled wt the scornefull reprofe of the welthy, & with ye despitefulnesse of the proude.
- Ps 143:7 : 7 Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
- Lam 4:17 : 17 Wherfore yet oure eyes fayle vs, whyle we loke for vayne helpe: seynge we be euer waitynge vpon a people, that can do vs no good,
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6 I am become like a Pellicane in the wildernes, and like an Oule in a broken wall.
7 I wake, and am euen as it were a sparow sittinge alone vpon the house toppe.
8 Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me.
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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?
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6 Lo, then wolde I get me awaye farre of, and remayne in the wildernesse.
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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.
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.
- Ps 38:8-103 verses74%
8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
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28 Mekely & lowly came I in, yee & without eny displeasure: I stode vp in ye cogregacion, & commoned with the
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6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
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18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
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3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
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1 In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
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15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
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9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
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4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
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9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
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.
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17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
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20 Considre (O LORDE) how I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my herte turneth aboute in me, and I am full of heuynes. The swearde hurteth me without, and within I am like vnto death.
21 They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.
22 From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.
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12 For innumerable troubles are come aboute me: my synnes haue taken soch holde vpon me, that I am not able to loke vp: yee they are mo in nombre then the hayres of my heade, and my hert hath fayled me.
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2 The enemie crieth so, & the vngodly commeth on so fast: for they are mynded to do me some myschefe, so maliciously are they set agaynst me.
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1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) be mercifull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in ye: & vnder the shadowe of thy wynges shalbe my refuge, vntill wickednesse be ouerpast.
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3 For the sparow hath founde hir an house, & the swalowe a nest, where she maye laye hir yoge: eue yi aulters O LORDE of hoostes, my kynge & my God.
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1 I crie vnto the LORDE with my voyce, yee eue vnto the LORDE do I make my supplicacion. I poure out my complaynte before him, and shewe him of my trouble.
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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.
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16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
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24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
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12 Sela. Heare my prayer o LORDE, and considre my callinge: shewe not thy self as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme with the, as all my forefathers were.
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16 Therfore do I wepe, and myne eyes gusshe out of water: for the coforter that shulde quycken me, is farre fro me. My children are dryuen awaye, for why? the enemie hath gotten the ouer honde.
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14 I behaued myself as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I wete heuely, as one yt mourneth for his mother.
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52 Myne enemies hunted me out sharpely like a byrde, yee and that with out a cause.
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16 My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
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19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
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6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
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4 Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,
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7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
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7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
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8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
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82 Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?