Psalms 35:13
Neuertheles, when they were sick, I put on a sack cloth: I humbled my soule with fastinge, and my prayer turned in to myne owne bosome.
Neuertheles, when they were sick, I put on a sack cloth: I humbled my soule with fastinge, and my prayer turned in to myne owne bosome.
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14 I behaued myself as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I wete heuely, as one yt mourneth for his mother.
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.
10 I wepte and chastened my self wt fastinge, and that was turned to my reprofe.
11 I put on a sackecloth, and therfore they iested vpon me.
12 They rewarde me euell for good, to the greate discomforth of my soule.
3 ad I turned me vnto God the LORDE, for to praye and make myne intercessio, with fastinge, sackcloth ad ashes
15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
16 My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
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.
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.
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 Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
4 I sayde: LORDE be mercifull vnto me, heale my soule, for I haue synned agaynst the.
27 My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.
28 Mekely & lowly came I in, yee & without eny displeasure: I stode vp in ye cogregacion, & commoned with the
25 Dyd not I wepe in ye tyme of trouble? Had not my soule copassion vpo ye poore?
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
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.
24 I am become a rebuke vnto them, they loke vpo me and shake their heades.
25 Helpe me o LORDE my God, oh saue me for thy mercies sake.
33 Haue I euer done eny wicked dede where thorow I shamed my self before men: Or eny abhominacion, yt I was fayne to hyde it?
5 Thynke ye this fast pleaseth me, that a ma shulde chasten himself for a daye, and to wryth his heade aboute like an hoke in an hairy cloth, & to lye vpon the earth? Shulde that be called fastinge, or a daye yt pleaseth ye LORDE?
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
9 I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.
35 They wounded me (shalt thou saie) but it hath not hurte me, they smote me, but I felt it not. Whe I am wel wakened, I wil go to ye drynke agayne.
26 Let them be put to confucion and shame, that reioyse at my trouble: let the be clothed with rebuke and dishonoure, that boost the selues agaynst me.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
18 For I cofesse my wickednesse, & my synne greueth me.
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
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,
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.
22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
6 Wherfore I geue myne owne self ye blame, and take repentaunce in the dust and asshes.
19 Yee as soone as thou turnest me, I shall refourme my self: and when I vnderstonde, I shall smyte vpon my thee. For verely I haue comitted shamefull thinges: O let my youth beare this reprofe and confucion.
4 Thus they rewarde me euell for good, & hatred for my good will.
12 But it is thou my companyon, my gyde and myne owne familier frede.
20 Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
1 When Ezechias herde that, he rente his clothes, & put on a sack cloth, & went in to the temple of the LORDE.
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?
11 All hir people seke their bred with heuynes, & loke what precious thinge euery man hath, that geueth he for meate, to saue his life. Considre (O LORDE) and se, how vyle I am become.
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
27 But whan Achab herde these wordes, he rete his clothes, & put a sack cloth on his body, & fasted, and slepte in sack cloth, and wente aboute hanginge downe his heade.