Psalms 22:14
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.
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.
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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.
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.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
17 My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
18 With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
7 For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.
8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
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.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
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.
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.
13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampinge and roaringe lyon.
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.
12 I was somtyme in wealth, but sodenly hath he brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rente me, and set me, as it were a marck for him to shute at.
13 He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
14 He hath geue me one wounde vpon another, and is falle vpon me like a giaunte.
22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
12 My stregth fayleth me because of my aduersite, and my bones are corrupte.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
24 I am become a rebuke vnto them, they loke vpo me and shake their heades.
13 I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
19 All soch as were my most familiers, abhorre me: and they whom I loued best, are turned agaynst me.
20 My bone hangeth to my skynne, and the flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.
2 I sticke fast in the depe myre, where no grounde is: I am come into depe waters, and the floudes wil drowne me.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
19 Ah my bely, ah my bely, (shalt thou crie) how is my hert so sore? my hert paunteth within me, I can not be still, for I haue herde the crienge of the trompettes, and peales of warre.
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
21 In so moch, that his body is clene consumed awaye, & his bones appeare nomore.
4 Fre amoge the deed, like vnto the yt lye in the graue, which be out of remembrauce, and are cutt awaye from thy honde.
27 My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.
9 I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.
20 Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
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.
30 My skynne vpo me is turned to black, & my bones are bret wt heate:
3 With this, the raynes of my backe were ful of payne: Panges came vpon me, as vpon a woman in hir trauayle. When I herde it, I was abasshed: and whe I loked vp, I was afrayde.
3 There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no rest in my bones, by reason of my synnes.