Psalms 22:1
My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
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46 And aboute the nyenth houre, Iesus cried with a loude voyce, and sayde: Eli, Eli, Lamma asabthani? that is, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
2 O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
34 And aboute ye nyenth houre Iesus cried loude, and sayde: Eli, Eli, lamma asabthani? which is interpreted: My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
22 Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.
14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
11 Let them be cofounded & perish, that are agaynst my soule: let the be couered with shame & dishonoure, that seke to do me euell.
12 As for me, I wil pacietly abyde allwaye, & wil euer encrease thy prayse.
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
10 daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
11 O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
1 Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
9 My 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.
22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
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.
16 For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me.
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.
1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
22 This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
3 Now 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.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
22 Seynge God persecuteth me, wil ye vexe me also? Haue ye not yet ynough of the trouble of my flesh?
4 Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
8 Awaye fro me all ye wicked doers, for the LORDE hath herde the voyce off my wepinge.
1 O God, wherfore doest thou cast vs so cleane awaye? why is yi wrath so hote agaynst ye shepe of yi pasture?
21 They 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.
22 From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.
19 Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
1 Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
20 Whe I crie vnto the, thou doest not heare me: & though I stonde before the, yet thou regardest me not.
20 Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
1 Unto the wil I crie, o my stronge defence: thinke no scorne of me, lest (yf thou make the as though thou herdest not) I become like them, that go downe into ye pytte.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
1 O Lorde God my Sauyor, I crie daye & night before the: Oh let my prayer entre in to thy presence, encline thine eare vnto my callynge.
2 Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
7 All they yt se me, laugh me to scorne: they shute out their lippes, and shake their heades.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
2 O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
13 He hath put my brethren farre awaye fro me, and soch as were of myne acquauntaunce, are become straugers vnto me.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?