Psalms 22:16
For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me.
For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me.
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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.
18 They haue parted my garmentes amonge them, ad cast lottes vpon my vesture.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
20 Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlinge from the power of the dogge.
12 Greate bulles are come aboute me, fatt oxen close me in on euery syde.
13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampinge and roaringe lyon.
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.
9 He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
10 They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
11 God hath geuen me ouer to the vngodly, and delyuered me in to the hondes of ye wicked.
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.
11 For ye LORDE hath opened his quyuer, he hath hytt me, & put a brydle in my mouth.
12 Vpon 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.
9 From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute.
6 Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
15 But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
16 With ye gredy & scornefull ypocrites, they gna?shed vpon me with theirteth.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
3 Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
5 He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
22 Let the noyse be herde out of their houses, when the murtherer cometh sodenly vpon them: For they haue digged a pit to take me, and layed snares for my fete.
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.
2 Therfore when the wicked (euen myne enemies & my foes) came vpon me, to eate vp my flesh, they stombled and fell.
4 Sela. Kepe me (o LORDE) from the hande of the vngodly, preserue me from the wicked men, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goinges.
5 The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
53 They haue put downe my life in to a pitte, and layed a stone vpon me.
15 For I haue herde the blasphemy of the multitude: euery man abhorreth me: they haue gathered a councel together agaynst me, and are purposed to take awaye my life.
5 They vexe me daylie in my wordes: all yt they ymagin, is to do me euell.
6 They holde alltogether, & kepe them selues close: they marck my steppes, how they maye catch my soule.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
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.
22 Seynge God persecuteth me, wil ye vexe me also? Haue ye not yet ynough of the trouble of my flesh?
14 O God, the proude are rysen agaynst me, and the cogregacion of ye mightie seketh after my soule, & set not ye before their eyes.
7 All they yt se me, laugh me to scorne: they shute out their lippes, and shake their heades.
38 I will smyte them, they shall not be able to stonde, but fall vnder my fete.
17 My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
2 For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore.
17 They come rounde aboute me daylie like water, and compase me together on euery syde.
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.
27 Thou hast put my fote in the stockes: thou lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, & marckest the steppes of my fete:
11 They lye waytinge in or waye on euery syde, turnynge their eyes downe to the grounde.
19 All soch as were my most familiers, abhorre me: and they whom I loued best, are turned agaynst me.
22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.