Psalms 38:8
I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
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- Job 3:24 : 24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
- Ps 32:3 : 3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
- Isa 59:11 : 11 We roare all like Beeres, & mourne stil like doues. We loke for equite, but there is none: for health, but it is farre fro vs.
- Job 30:28 : 28 Mekely & lowly came I in, yee & without eny displeasure: I stode vp in ye cogregacion, & commoned with the
- Ps 22:1-2 : 1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health. 2 O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
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- Ps 38:2-76 verses85%
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.
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.
- Ps 38:9-102 verses83%
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.
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18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
- Lam 1:20-223 verses79%
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.
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22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
- Ps 38:17-182 verses79%
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.
- Ps 22:14-152 verses79%
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.
- Ps 31:9-102 verses78%
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.
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4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
- Ps 6:2-32 verses78%
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?
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4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
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19 Ah my bely, ah my bely, (shalt thou crie) how is my hert so sore? my hert paunteth within me, I can not be still, for I haue herde the crienge of the trompettes, and peales of warre.
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21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
- Ps 102:4-52 verses76%
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.
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3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
- Isa 38:13-153 verses75%
13 I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
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?
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20 Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
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15 My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.
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24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
- Job 30:16-183 verses74%
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.
18 With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.
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4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
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16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
- Job 30:27-282 verses74%
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
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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.
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3 With this, the raynes of my backe were ful of payne: Panges came vpon me, as vpon a woman in hir trauayle. When I herde it, I was abasshed: and whe I loked vp, I was afrayde.
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1 At this my hert is astonnied, and moued out of his place.
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3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.
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3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
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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.
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12 I was somtyme in wealth, but sodenly hath he brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rente me, and set me, as it were a marck for him to shute at.
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2 The enemie crieth so, & the vngodly commeth on so fast: for they are mynded to do me some myschefe, so maliciously are they set agaynst me.