Psalms 102:4
My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
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3 For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande.
9 I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.
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.
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
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.
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.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
23 My knees are weake thorow fastinge, my flesh is dried vp for want of fatnesse.
24 I am become a rebuke vnto them, they loke vpo me and shake their heades.
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 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
7 For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.
8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
12 My stregth fayleth me because of my aduersite, and my bones are corrupte.
24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
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.
16 He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
20 so that his life maye awaye wt no bred, & his soule abhorreth to eate eny dayntie meate:
21 In so moch, that his body is clene consumed awaye, & his bones appeare nomore.
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.
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.
4 And because thy hande was so heuy vpon me both daye and night, my moysture was like the drouth in Sommer. Sela.
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.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
2 My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.
3 Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
23 He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
5 My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
7 The thinges that sometyme I might not awaye withall, are now my meate for very sorow.
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.
11 All hir people seke their bred with heuynes, & loke what precious thinge euery man hath, that geueth he for meate, to saue his life. Considre (O LORDE) and se, how vyle I am become.
6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
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.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.