Psalms 25:17

Coverdale Bible (1535)

The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.

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Referenced Verses

  • Ps 34:19 : 19 Greate are ye troubles of the rightuous, but the LORDE delyuereth them out of all.
  • Ps 38:1-8 : 1 Pvt me not to rebuke (Oh LORDE) in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure. 2 For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore. 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. 4 For my wickednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy forme to beare. 5 My woundes styncke & are corrupte, thorow my folishnesse. 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.
  • Ps 42:7 : 7 The LORDE hath promised his louynge kyndnesse daylie, therfore wil I prayse him in the night season, and make my prayer vnto ye God of my life.
  • Ps 77:2-4 : 2 In 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. 3 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake. 4 Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,
  • Ps 107:6 : 6 So they cried vnto the LORDE in their trouble, & he delyuered the from their distresse.
  • Hab 3:17-19 : 17 For the fyge trees shal not be grene, & the vynes shal beare no frute. The laboure of ye olyue shalbe but lost, and the londe shall bringe no corne: the shepe shalbe taken out of ye folde, and there shalbe no catell in ye stalles. 18 But as for me, I wil be glad in the LORDE, and will reioyce in God my Sauioure. 19 The LORDE God is my strength, he shall make my fete as the fete of hertes: & he which geueth ye victory, shal bringe me to my hye places, synginge vpon my psalmes.
  • 1 Cor 4:11-13 : 11 Euen vnto this daye we hoger and thyrst, and are naked, and are boffetted with fystes, and haue no certayne dwellinge place, 12 and laboure and worke with oure awne handes. We are reuyled, and yet we blesse: we are persecuted, and suffre it: 13 We are euell spoken of, and we praye: We are become as it were the very outswepinges of ye worlde, yee the of scowringe of all men vnto this tyme.
  • 2 Cor 4:8-9 : 8 We are troubled on euery syde, yet are we not without shift. We are in pouertie, but not vtterly without somwhat. 9 We are persecuted, but we are not forsaken. We are oppressed, neuertheles we perish not.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • 16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.

  • 18 Loke vpon my aduersite and misery, and forgeue me all my synnes.

  • Lam 1:20-22
    3 verses
    78%

    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.

    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.

  • 9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.

  • 7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.

  • 13 Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.

  • 11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.

  • Ps 40:12-13
    2 verses
    75%

    12 For 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.

    13 O LORDE, let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me, make haist (o LORDE) to helpe me. Let them be ashamed and cofounded, that seke after my soule, to destroie it: let them fall backwarde and be put to confucion, that wysh me euell.

  • 4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.

  • 3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.

  • 4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.

  • 20 Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faithfulnesse (o God) playege vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel.

  • 1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.

  • 3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,

  • Ps 38:8-9
    2 verses
    74%

    8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.

    9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.

  • 22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.

  • 10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?

  • 5 I called vpon the LORDE in trouble, and the LORDE herde me at large.

  • 2 When my sprete is in heuynesse, for thou knowest my path: in the waye where in I walke, haue they preuely layed a snare for me.

  • 74%

    1 Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.

  • 19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.

  • 16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.

  • 1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.

  • 20 He broughte me forth in to liberty: he delyuered me, because he had a fauoure vnto me.

  • 74%

    1 Heare me whe I cal, o God of my rightuousnes, thou that comfortest me in my trouble: haue mercy vpon me, and herken vnto my prayer.

  • Ps 69:17-18
    2 verses
    73%

    17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.

    18 Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me.

  • 28 So they crie vnto the LORDE in their trouble, & he delyuereth the out of their distresse.

  • 28 My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.

  • 22 Delyuer Israel (O God) out of all his trouble.

  • 6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:

  • Ps 6:2-4
    3 verses
    73%

    2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.

    3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?

    4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.

  • 143 Trouble and heuynesse haue take holde vpo me, yet is my delite in thy commaundementes.

  • 26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.

  • 4 For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.

  • 19 He brought me forth also into lyberte: & delyuered me, because he had a fauor vnto me.

  • 11 O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.

  • 21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.

  • 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.

  • 1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.

  • 50 For it is my comforte in my trouble, yee thy worde quyckeneth me.

  • 1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.

  • 2 In 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.

  • 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.