Psalms 30:9
What profit is there in my bloude, yf I go downe to corrupcion?
What profit is there in my bloude, yf I go downe to corrupcion?
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18 For hell prayseth not the, death doth not magnifie the. They that go downe into the graue, prayse not thy treuth:
19 but the lyuynge, yee the lyuynge acknowlege the, like as I do this daye. The father telleth his children of thy faithfulnesse.
20 I haue offended, what shal I do vnto ye, O thou preseruer off men? Why hast thou made me to stonde in thy waye, and am so heuy a burden vnto myself?
21 Why doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore takest thou not awaye my wickednesse? Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust: and yff thou sekest me tomorow in the mornynge, I shalbe gone.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
5 For in death no man remebreth the: Oh who wil geue the thankes in the hell?
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
20 Whe I crie vnto the, thou doest not heare me: & though I stonde before the, yet thou regardest me not.
8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
13 O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me.
14 Maye a deed man lyue agayne? All the dayes of this my pilgremage am I lokynge, when my chaunginge shal come.
17 Howbeit there is no wickednesse in my hondes, and my prayer is clene.
18 O earth, couer not my bloude, and let my crienge fynde no rowme.
10 Doest thou shewe wonders amonge the deed? Can the physicias rayse them vp agayne, that they maye prayse the?
11 Maye thy louynge kyndnes be shewed in the graue, or thy faithfulnesse in destruccion?
3 Seinge thou sayest so, how doest thou knowe it? What thinge hast thou more excellet, the I yt am a synner?
15 What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
16 All that I haue, shall go downe in to the pytt, & lye with me in the dust.
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.
28 Yee he hath delyuered my soule from destruccion, & my life, that it seyth ye light.
48 O remembre how shorte my tyme is, hast thou made all men for naught?
49 What man is he that lyueth, and shal not se death? Maye a ma delyuer his owne soule from the honde of hell?
29 Yf I be then a wicked one, why haue I laboured in vayne?
31 yet shuldest thou dyppe me in ye myre, & myne owne clothes shulde defyle me.
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
9 Doth God heare him the sooner, whe he crieth vnto him in his necessite?
5 Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
3 Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
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.
19 What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.
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 Fre amoge the deed, like vnto the yt lye in the graue, which be out of remembrauce, and are cutt awaye from thy honde.
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.
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.
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
6 I wente downe to the botome of the hilles, & was barred in with earth for euer. But thou (o LORDE my God) hast brought vp my lyfe agayne out of corrupcion.
15 But God shal deliuer my soule from the power of hell, when he receaueth me.
14 Wherfore do I beare my flesh in my teth, and my soule in myne hondes?
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
23 Sure I am, yt thou wilt delyuer me vnto death: where as a lodgyng is prepared for all me
11 What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?
30 that he kepeth his soule from perishinge, & latteth him enioye the light of ye lyuinge.
20 Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
7 Sela. 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.
6 Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
15 What shal I speake or say, ethat he maye this doo? yt I maye lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my life?
19 and thou art cast out of thy graue like a wilde braunch: like as dead mens rayment that are shott thorow with the swerde: as they that go downe to the stones of the depe: as a dead coarse that is troden vnder fete: