Psalms 142:4
Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
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3I 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.
5Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
6Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
3For 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.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
20Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
8Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
2Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
42They shal crye, but there shalbe no Sauioure: yee euen vnto the LORDE, but he answereth them not.
16Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
11Let them be cofounded & perish, that are agaynst my soule: let the be couered with shame & dishonoure, that seke to do me euell.
2In 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.
1My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
11O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
14LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
14Myne owne kyn?folkes haue forsaken me, and my frendes haue put me out of remembraunce.
12For 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.
5I loked aboute me, and there was no ma to shewe me eny helpe, I fel downe, and no man helde me vp. The I helde me by myne owne arme, & my feruetnesse susteyned me.
22Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
12Vpon my right hade they rose together agaynst me, they haue hurte my fete, made awaye to destroye me,
13& my path haue they clene marred. It was so easy for them to do me harme, that they neded no man to helpe the.
3For straungers are rysen vp agaynst me, and the mightie (which haue not God before their eyes) seke after my soule.
4Sela. But lo, God is my helper: it is he that vpholdeth my soule.
4I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
10My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
28But when I cosidre: there is not one amonge the yt prophecieth, nether (when I axe him) yt answereth one worde.
4Fre amoge the deed, like vnto the yt lye in the graue, which be out of remembrauce, and are cutt awaye from thy honde.
20Whe I crie vnto the, thou doest not heare me: & though I stonde before the, yet thou regardest me not.
13Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,
9Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
14I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
15But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
9My hert speaketh vnto the, my face seketh the, yee LORDE, thy face wil I seke. O hyde not thou thy face fro me, cast not thy seruaunt of in displeasure.
22I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
11My life is waxen olde with heuynesse, and my yeares wt mournynge.
9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
7Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
8For thou hast bene my helper, & vnder the shadowe of yi wynges wil I reioyse.
21Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
4I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
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.
21They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.
25Dyd not I wepe in ye tyme of trouble? Had not my soule copassion vpo ye poore?
7Beholde, though I crie, yet violece is done vnto me, I can not be herde: Though I complane, there is none to geue sentece with me.
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
18I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
2For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?