Psalms 35:14
I behaued myself as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I wete heuely, as one yt mourneth for his mother.
I behaued myself as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I wete heuely, as one yt mourneth for his mother.
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13Neuertheles, 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.
15But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
6I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
25Dyd not I wepe in ye tyme of trouble? Had not my soule copassion vpo ye poore?
27My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.
28Mekely & lowly came I in, yee & without eny displeasure: I stode vp in ye cogregacion, & commoned with the
12But it is thou my companyon, my gyde and myne owne familier frede.
15I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
16My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
20Considre (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.
21They 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.
22From 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.
20My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God.
12O ye all that go fore by, beholde and se, yf there be eny sorowe like vnto myne, wherwith the LORDE hath troubled me, in the daye of his fearefull wrath.
14Then chatred I like a swalowe, and like a Crane, and mourned as a doue. I lift vp myne eyes in to ye hight: O LORDE, (sayde I) violence is done vnto me, be thou suertie for me.
15What 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?
10I wepte and chastened my self wt fastinge, and that was turned to my reprofe.
11I put on a sackecloth, and therfore they iested vpon me.
20Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
19Alas, how am I hurte? Alas, how panefull are my scourges vnto me? For I cosidre this sorow by my self, & I must suffre it,
18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
11My life is waxen olde with heuynesse, and my yeares wt mournynge.
14like as yf one withdrewe a good dede from his frende, and forsoke the feare of God?
19All soch as were my most familiers, abhorre me: and they whom I loued best, are turned agaynst me.
16Therfore do I wepe, and myne eyes gusshe out of water: for the coforter that shulde quycken me, is farre fro me. My children are dryuen awaye, for why? the enemie hath gotten the ouer honde.
17I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
12& mourned, and wepte, and fasted vntyll the euen, ouer Saul & Ionathas his sonne, and ouer the people of the LORDE, and ouer the house of Israel, because they were fallen thorow the swerde.
3For when I myself was my fathers deare sonne, and tenderly beloued of my mother,
13He hath put my brethren farre awaye fro me, and soch as were of myne acquauntaunce, are become straugers vnto me.
14Myne owne kyn?folkes haue forsaken me, and my frendes haue put me out of remembraunce.
9I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.
2I do not exercise myself in greate matters, which are to hye for me.
8Make yi mone as a virgin doth, yt gyrdeth her selfe with sacke, because of hir bryde grome.
25When I agreed vnto their waye, I was the chefe, & sat as a kynge amonge his seruauntes: Or as one that comforteth soch as be in heuynesse.
22He sayde: I fasted and wepte for the childe whan it was yet a lyue, for I thoughte: Who knoweth, peraduenture the LORDE maye be gracious vnto me, that the childe maye lyue.
14I 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.
21Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
11My louers & frendes stonde lokynge vpon my trouble, and my kynsmen are gone a farre of.
20Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
18(for mercy grewe vp with me fro my youth, & compassion fro my mothers wombe.)
7My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
31my harpe is turned to sorow, & my pipe to wepinge.
6But what shall I do? For all my wordes, my sorow wil not ceasse: and though I holde my toge, yet wil it not departe fro me.
13They sat them downe by him also vpon the grounde, vij. dayes and vij. nightes. Nether was there eny of them that spake one worde vnto him, for they sawe that his payne was very greate.
12Sela. Heare my prayer o LORDE, and considre my callinge: shewe not thy self as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme with the, as all my forefathers were.
16Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
10O mother, alas that euer thou dydest beare me, an enemie and hated of the whole londe: Though I neuer lente ner receaued vpon vsury, yet euery man speake euell vpon me.
2And so I shut my mouth, whyle the vngodly layed wayte for me.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
1O that I might fynde the without & kysse ye, whom I loue as my brother which suckte my mothers brestes: & that thou woldest not be offended,