Psalms 109:24
I am become a rebuke vnto them, they loke vpo me and shake their heades.
I am become a rebuke vnto them, they loke vpo me and shake their heades.
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10My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
3For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande.
4My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
5For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
22I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
23My knees are weake thorow fastinge, my flesh is dried vp for want of fatnesse.
9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
10Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
14I 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.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
20so that his life maye awaye wt no bred, & his soule abhorreth to eate eny dayntie meate:
21In so moch, that his body is clene consumed awaye, & his bones appeare nomore.
25Helpe me o LORDE my God, oh saue me for thy mercies sake.
4My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
10I wepte and chastened my self wt fastinge, and that was turned to my reprofe.
26My flesh and my herte fayleth, but God is the strength of my hert, and my porcion for euer.
17All hondes shalbe letten downe, and all knees shalbe weake as the water:
8(wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
2Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
5Hongrie & thirstie, & their soule faynted in the.
6I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
7For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.
8I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
25For oure soule is brought lowe euen vnto the dust, and oure bely cleueth vnto the grounde.
11My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
28My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.
23He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
82Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?
3I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
24This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
2Neuerthelesse my fete were allmost gone, my treadinges had wel nye slipte.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
7The thinges that sometyme I might not awaye withall, are now my meate for very sorow.
3For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
27My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.
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.
2Therfore when the wicked (euen myne enemies & my foes) came vpon me, to eate vp my flesh, they stombled and fell.
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.
20My bone hangeth to my skynne, and the flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.
3Now 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.
16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
17My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
5My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
13Neuertheles, when they were sick, I put on a sack cloth: I humbled my soule with fastinge, and my prayer turned in to myne owne bosome.
30Children are weery and faynt, and the strongest men fall:
3For very misery & honger, they wente aboute in the wildernesse like wretches & beggers,
7My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
9I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.
18Their soule abhorred all maner of meate, they were eue harde at deathes dore.
6I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.