Psalms 102:23
He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
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24 Yet wil I saye: O my God, take me not awaye in ye myddest of myne age: as for thy yeares, they endure thorow out all generacions.
10 And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
11 My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
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.
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.
45 Thou hast put out his glory, and cast his Trone downe to the grounde.
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.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
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.
11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
3 For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande.
4 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
20 Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
4 My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
5 LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
47 Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro 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.
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.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
9 For myne enemies speake agaynst me, & they that laye wayte for my soule, take their councell together, sayenge: God hath forsake him, persecute him, take him, for there is none to helpe him.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
2 The power & stregth of their hades might do me no good, & as for their age, it is spet & past awaye without eny profit.
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
25 My dayes haue bene more swifte, then a runner: they are gone sodenly, and haue sene no good thinge.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
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 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
11 What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?
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.
10 Sela. At the last I came to this poynte, that I thought: O why art thou so foolish? the right honde of the most hyest can chaunge all.
2 My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.
6 my dayes passe ouer more spedely, the a weeuer can weeue out his webbe, and are gone, or I am awarre.
16 For in so moch as he is God, he maketh my herte soft: and seynge that he is Allmightie, he putteth me in feare.
17 Thus can not I get out of darcknesse, the cloude hath so couered my face.
6 He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
24 I am become a rebuke vnto them, they loke vpo me and shake their heades.
9 For when thou art angrie, all or dayes are gone, we brynge or yeares to an ende, as it were a tayle that is tolde.
10 The dayes of oure age are iij. score yeares & ten: & though men be so stronge that they come to iiij. score yeares, yet is their strength then but laboure and sorowe: so soone passeth it awaye, & we are gone.
9 He hath spoyled me of myne honoure, & taken the crowne awaye fro my heade.
2 Neuerthelesse my fete were allmost gone, my treadinges had wel nye slipte.
27 The feare of ye LORDE maketh a loge life, but ye yeares of ye vngodly shal be shortened.
28 My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.