Psalms 38:6
I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
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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.
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
18 For I cofesse my wickednesse, & my synne greueth me.
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.
2 For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore.
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.
5 My woundes styncke & are corrupte, thorow my folishnesse.
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
14 Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?
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.
14 Then 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.
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?
6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.
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 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
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,
22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
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.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
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.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon 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.
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.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
14 I behaued myself as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I wete heuely, as one yt mourneth for his mother.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
15 My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.
14 I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songes vpon me all ye daye loge.
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.
1 I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
2 My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.
9 My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
20 Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
20 Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
3 Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
6 But as for me, I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of me and the outcast of the people.