Psalms 119:83
For I am become like a botell in ye smoke, yet do not I forget thy statutes.
For I am become like a botell in ye smoke, yet do not I forget thy statutes.
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12 My stregth fayleth me because of my aduersite, and my bones are corrupte.
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.
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
141 I am small and of no reputacio, yet do not I forget thy comaudementes.
80 O let my herte be vndefyled in thy statutes, that I be not ashamed.
81 My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde.
82 Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?
153 O considre my aduersite, & delyuer me, for I do not forget thy lawe.
84 How many are the dayes of thy seruaunt? Whe wilt thou be auenged of my aduersaries?
139 My zele hath euen consumed me, because myne enemies haue forgotten thy wordes.
16 My delite shalbe in thy statutes, I will not forget thy wordes.
8 I wil kepe thy statutes, o forsake me not vtterly.
109 My soule is allwaye in my hode, yet do not I forget thy lawe.
176 I go astraye, like a shepe that is lost: Oh seke thy seruaunt, for I do not forget thy commaundementes.
61 The congregacions of the vngodly haue robbed me, but I forget not thy lawe.
93 I wil neuer forget thy comaundementes, for with the thou quyckenest me.
94 I am thine, oh helpe me, for I seke thy commaundementes.
87 They haue almost made an ende of me vpon earth, but I forsake not thy commaundemetes.
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.
54 Thy statutes are my songes in the house of my pilgremage.
55 I thynke vpon thy name (o LORDE) in the night season, and kepe thy lawe.
9 I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.
67 Before I was troubled, I wente wronge, but now I kepe thy worde.
71 It is good for me that I haue bene in trouble, that I maye lerne thy statutes.
49 O thynke vpon thy seruaunt as concernynge yi worde, wherin thou hast caused me to put my trust.
123 Myne eyes are waysted awaye wt lokynge for thy health, & for ye worde of thy rightuousnesse.
11 My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
117 Holde thou me vp, & I shall be safe: yee I shal euer be talkynge of thy statutes.
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.
40 Beholde, my delite is in thy commaudemetes, o quycke me in thy rightuousnesse.
11 I put on a sackecloth, and therfore they iested vpon me.
131 I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
19 Beholde, I am as the new wyne which hath no vente, & bursteth the new vessels in sunder.
168 I kepe thy comaundemetes & testimonies, for all my wayes are before the.
157 Many there are that trouble me, and persecute me, yet do not I swarue fro thy testimonies.
158 It greueth me, whan I se, that the transgressours kepe not thy lawe.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
52 I remembre thy euerlastinge iudgmentes (o LORDE) and am comforted.
20 Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
11 Thy wordes haue I hyd within my herte, yt I shulde not synne agaynst the.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
143 Trouble and heuynesse haue take holde vpo me, yet is my delite in thy commaundementes.
5 O that my wayes were stablished to kepe thy statutes.
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.
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
136 Myne eyes gusshe out with water, because men kepe not thy lawe.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.