Psalms 31:10
Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
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9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
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.
9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
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.
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.
11 My life is waxen olde with heuynesse, and my yeares wt mournynge.
12 My stregth fayleth me because of my aduersite, and my bones are corrupte.
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.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
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.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
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.
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
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.
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.
3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.
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.
1 it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
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.
18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
23 He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
11 My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
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?
24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.
11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
24 I am become a rebuke vnto them, they loke vpo me and shake their heades.
12 Myne age is folden vp together and taken awaye fro me, like a sheperdes cotage: my lyfe is hewen of, like as a weeuer cutteth of his webb. Whyl I was yet takinge my rest, he hewed me of, & made an ende of me in one daie.
19 Alas, how am I hurte? Alas, how panefull are my scourges vnto me? For I cosidre this sorow by my self, & I must suffre it,
21 In so moch, that his body is clene consumed awaye, & his bones appeare nomore.
8 (wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.