Isaiah 38:16
Verely (LORDE,) men must lyue in bytternesse, & all my life must I passe ouer therin: For thou raysest me vp, and wakest me. But lo, I wilbe wel content with this bytternes.
Verely (LORDE,) men must lyue in bytternesse, & all my life must I passe ouer therin: For thou raysest me vp, and wakest me. But lo, I wilbe wel content with this bytternes.
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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?
17 Neuertheles my couersacion hath so pleased ye, that thou woldest not make an ende of my life, so that thou hast cast all my synnes behynde thy backe.
12 Thou hast graunted me life, and done me good: and the diligent hede that thou tokest vpon me, hath preserued my sprete.
17 I wil not dye, but lyue, and declare the workes of the LORDE.
18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
2 As truly as God lyueth (which hath taken awaye my power fro me) & the Allmightie, that hath vexed my mynde:
3 My lippes shall talke of no vanite, and my tonge shal speake no disceate,
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
11 I spake within my self: I shal neuer viset the LORDE God in this life: I shal neuer se man, amonge the dwellers of the worlde
30 that he kepeth his soule from perishinge, & latteth him enioye the light of ye lyuinge.
14 Maye a deed man lyue agayne? All the dayes of this my pilgremage am I lokynge, when my chaunginge shal come.
2 O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
9 I wil walke before ye LORDE, in the londe of the lyuynge.
4 The sprete of God hath made me, & the breth of the Allmightie hath geue me my life.
58 Thou (O LORDE) hast mayntened the cause of my soule, and hast redemed my life.
3 And now o LORDE, take my life fro me (I beseke the) for I had rather dye then lyue.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
14 Heale me (o LORDE) and I shall be whole: saue thou me, and I shalbe saued, for thou art my prayse.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
28 Yee he hath delyuered my soule from destruccion, & my life, that it seyth ye light.
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.
6 Wilt thou not turne agayne, & quycken vs, that thy people maye reioyse in the?
50 For it is my comforte in my trouble, yee thy worde quyckeneth me.
39 Wherfore them murmureth the lyuinge man? let him murmoure at his owne synne,
25 My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
19 but the lyuynge, yee the lyuynge acknowlege the, like as I do this daye. The father telleth his children of thy faithfulnesse.
20 Delyuer vs (o LORDE) and we wil synge prayses in thy house, all the dayes of oure life.
5 Thus saieth the LORDE God vnto these bones: Beholde, I will put breth in to you, that ye maye lyue:
175 Oh let my soule lyue & prayse the, yt thy iudgmentes maye helpe me.
12 O geue me the comforte of thy helpe agayne, and stablish me with thy fre sprete.
1 Prayse the LORDE (o my soule:) whyle I lyue wil I prayse the LORDE, yee as loge as I haue eny beynge, I wil synge prayses vnto my God.
2 O put not yor trust in prynces, ner in the childe of man, for there is no helpe in the.
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.
20 Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faithfulnesse (o God) playege vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel.
48 O remembre how shorte my tyme is, hast thou made all men for naught?
15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
14 Wherfore do I beare my flesh in my teth, and my soule in myne hondes?
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
6 The Lorde slayeth, and geueth life: he ledeth vnto hell, and bryngeth out agayne.
18 kepeth his soule from destruccion, & his life from ye swearde.
16 I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
23 Sure I am, yt thou wilt delyuer me vnto death: where as a lodgyng is prepared for all me
26 that I shal be clothed againe with this skynne, and se God in my flesh.