Isaiah 38:17
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.
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.
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17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
3There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no rest in my bones, by reason of my synnes.
4For my wickednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy forme to beare.
15What 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?
16Verely (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.
7Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.
8And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
13For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
18Yee euen God that endureth for euer, shal heare me, and brynge them downe. Sela. For they wil not turne: and why? they feare not God.
17Thou hast sealed vp myne offences, as it were in a bagg: but be mercifull vnto my wickednesse.
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
17The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
18Loke vpon my aduersite and misery, and forgeue me all my synnes.
20Considre (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.
21They 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.
22From 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.
26that thou layest so sharply to my charge, and wilt vtterly vndoo me, for ye synnes of my yougth?
58Thou (O LORDE) hast mayntened the cause of my soule, and hast redemed my life.
9Turne thy face fro my synnes, and put out all my my?dedes.
23Yet LORDE, thou knowest all their coucell, that they haue deuysed, to slaye me. And therfore forgeue them not their wickednes, and let not their synne be put out of thy sight: but let them be iudged before the as the giltie: This shalt thou do vnto the in ye tyme of thy indignacion.
10And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
13From 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.
14The yocke of my transgression is come at the last, with his honde hath he taken it vp, and put it aboute my neck. My strength is gone: the LORDE hath delyuered me in to those hondes, wherout I can not quyte myself.
18For hell prayseth not the, death doth not magnifie the. They that go downe into the graue, prayse not thy treuth:
6Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
4I sayde: LORDE be mercifull vnto me, heale my soule, for I haue synned agaynst the.
17I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
18For I cofesse my wickednesse, & my synne greueth me.
3Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
13Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.
4Yff I haue rewarded euell vnto the yt dealt frendly wt me or hurte the yt wt out eny cause are myne enemies:
14LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
4Agaynst the only, agaynst the haue I synned, and done euell in thy sight: that thou mightest be iustified in thy saynges, and shuldest ouercome when thou art iudged.
3For 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.
5Therfore I confessed my synne vnto the, and hyd not myne vnrightuousnesse.
20Do they not recompence euell for good, when they dygg a pyt for my soule? Remembre, how that I stode before the, to speake for the, ad to turne awaye thy wrath from them.
6I wente downe to the botome of the hilles, & was barred in with earth for euer. But thou (o LORDE my God) hast brought vp my lyfe agayne out of corrupcion.
20I haue offended, what shal I do vnto ye, O thou preseruer off men? Why hast thou made me to stonde in thy waye, and am so heuy a burden vnto myself?
18Thy wayes and thy thoughtes, haue brought the vnto this, this is thyne owne wickednesse and disobediece, that hath possessed thyne hert:
2Thou diddest forgeue the offence of thy people, and couerdest all their synnes.
12For 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.
24Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
10Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
8I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
9LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
4Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
4I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
18The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
40Thou hast made myne enemies to turne their backes vpon me, thou hast destroyed the yt hated me.
22Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.