Psalms 38:11
My louers & frendes stonde lokynge vpon my trouble, and my kynsmen are gone a farre of.
My louers & frendes stonde lokynge vpon my trouble, and my kynsmen are gone a farre of.
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13 He hath put my brethren farre awaye fro me, and soch as were of myne acquauntaunce, are become straugers vnto me.
14 Myne owne kyn?folkes haue forsaken me, and my frendes haue put me out of remembraunce.
15 The seruauntes and maydens of myne owne house take me for a strauger, and I am become as an aleaunt in their sight.
18 Yee the very deserte fooles despyse me, and when I am gone from them, they speake euell vpon me.
19 All soch as were my most familiers, abhorre me: and they whom I loued best, are turned agaynst me.
20 My bone hangeth to my skynne, and the flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.
21 Haue pite vpon me, haue pite vpon me (o ye my frendes) for the hande of the LORDE hath touched me.
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.
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.
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.
11 My life is waxen olde with heuynesse, and my yeares wt mournynge.
12 They that sought after my life, and to do me euell, spake of lyes and ymagined disceate all the daye longe.
18 My louers and fredes hast thou put awaye fro me, and turned awaye myne acquantaunce.
8 I am so fast in preson, that I can not get forth.
21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
7 All they that hate me, runne together agaynst me, and ymagin euell agaynst me.
8 They haue geuen a wicked sentence vpon me: when he lyeth, he shal ryse vp nomore.
9 Yee euen myne owne familier frende, whom I trusted, which dyd eate my bred, hath lift vp his hele agaynst me.
20 My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God.
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 they abhorre me, they fle farre fro me & stayne my face wt spetle.
11 For ye LORDE hath opened his quyuer, he hath hytt me, & put a brydle in my mouth.
12 Vpon my right hade they rose together agaynst me, they haue hurte my fete, made awaye to destroye me,
10 Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
20 Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
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.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
19 I called for my louers (but they begyled me:) for my prestes and councelers, but they perished: euen while they sought for meate, to saue their lyues.
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
10 For why, I herde so many derisios and blasphemies, yee euen of myne owne companyons, and off soch as were conuersaunte with me: which wente aboute, to make me afrayed sayenge: vpon him, let vs go vpon him, to feare him, and make him holde his tonge: yt we maye ouercome him, and be avenged off him.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
8 Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me.
4 Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
16 Therfore 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.
18 With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.
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.
11 O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
14 All thy louers haue forgotten the, and care nothinge for the. For I haue geuen the a cruell stroke, and chastened the roughly: and that for the multitude of thy my?dedes, for thy synnes haue had the ouer hande.
19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
7 As for the poore, he is hated amonge all his brethren: yee his owne frendes forsake him, & he that geueth credece vnto wordes, getteth nothinge.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
19 But myne enemies lyue, and are mightie: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in nombre.
5 Myne enemies speake euell vpo me: whan shal he dye, and his name perishe?
1 Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?