Psalms 102:5
For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
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Referenced Verses
- Job 19:20 : 20 My bone hangeth to my skynne, and the flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.
- Ps 6:8 : 8 Awaye fro me all ye wicked doers, for the LORDE hath herde the voyce off my wepinge.
- Prov 17:22 : 22 A mery herte maketh a lusty age, but a sorowfull mide dryeth vp ye bones.
- Lam 4:8 : 8 But now their faces are very black: In so moch, that thou shuldest not knowe them in the stretes. Their skynne cleueth to their bones, It is wythered, and become like a drye stock.
- Ps 32:3-4 : 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.
- Ps 38:8-9 : 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.
- Ps 6:6 : 6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.
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4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
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20 My bone hangeth to my skynne, and the flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.
- Ps 102:2-43 verses81%
2 Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble: enclyne thine eares vnto me when I call, O heare me, and that right soone.
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.
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5 My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
- Ps 22:14-152 verses80%
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.
- Job 30:16-194 verses79%
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.
18 With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
- Ps 31:9-102 verses79%
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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21 In so moch, that his body is clene consumed awaye, & his bones appeare nomore.
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3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
- Job 30:30-312 verses78%
30 My skynne vpo me is turned to black, & my bones are bret wt heate:
31 my harpe is turned to sorow, & my pipe to wepinge.
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7 Their iudges stoble at the stone, yet heare they my wordes, yt they be ioyfull.
- Ps 38:2-32 verses77%
2 For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore.
3 There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no rest in my bones, by reason of my synnes.
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17 They pearsed my hondes and my fete, I might haue tolde all my bones: as for them, they stode staringe and lokinge vpon me.
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24 I am become a rebuke vnto them, they loke vpo me and shake their heades.
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2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
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6 I am become like a Pellicane in the wildernes, and like an Oule in a broken wall.
- Ps 38:6-105 verses76%
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.
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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11 My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
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11 Thou hast couered me with skynne and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones & synowes.
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4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
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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.
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15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
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8 (wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
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21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
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4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
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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.
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25 For oure soule is brought lowe euen vnto the dust, and oure bely cleueth vnto the grounde.
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9 I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.
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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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24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
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25 My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
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19 he chasteneth him with sicknesse, & bringeth him to his bed: he laieth sore punyshmet vpo his bones,
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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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16 He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
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7 The thinges that sometyme I might not awaye withall, are now my meate for very sorow.
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22 The let myne arme fall fro my shulder, & myne arme holes be broken from the ioyntes.
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6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.