Psalms 116:3
The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
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4 The paynes of hell came aboute me, the snares of death toke holde vpo me.
5 Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.
5 For the sorowes of death copased me, and the brokes of Belial made me afrayed.
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
5 And I sayde: O that I had wynges like a doue, that I might fle somwhere, and be at rest.
3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.
13 Haue 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.
5 The waters compased me, euen to the very soule: the depe laye aboute me, and the wedes were wrapte aboute myne heade.
6 I 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.
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 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
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.
18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
2 That he hath enclyned his eare vnto me, therfore wil I call vpo him as longe as I lyue.
1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
2 and sayed: In my trouble I called vnto ye LORDE, and he herde me: out off the bely off hell I cried, and thou herdest my voyce.
3 Thou haddest cast me downe depe in ye middest off the see, and the floude compased me aboute: yee all thy wawes and rowles of water went ouer me,
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.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
6 He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
7 He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, & hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.
55 I called vpon thy name (O LORDE) out of the depe pitte.
15 My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.
16 Thy wroth full displeasure goeth ouer me, the feare of the oppresseth me.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
13 For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
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.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
16 In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
1 Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.
2 I sticke fast in the depe myre, where no grounde is: I am come into depe waters, and the floudes wil drowne me.
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
3 I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
15 that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.
6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
6 Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
25 For the thynge that I feared, is come vpon me: and the thynge that I was afrayed of, is happened vnto me.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
5 I called vpon the LORDE in trouble, and the LORDE herde me at large.
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
14 The 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.