Psalms 39:3
I helde my tonge, I was domme, I kepte sylence, yee eue from good wordes, but it was payne and grefe to me.
I helde my tonge, I was domme, I kepte sylence, yee eue from good wordes, but it was payne and grefe to me.
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1 I sayde: I wil kepe my waies, that I offended not in my tonge.
2 And so I shut my mouth, whyle the vngodly layed wayte for me.
9 Wherfore, I thought from hence forth, not to speake of him, ner to preach eny more in his name. But the worde off the LORDE was a very burnynge fyre in my hert and in my bones, which when I wolde haue stopped, I might not.
3 My mouth shal speake of wy?dome, and my hert shal muse of vnderstondinge.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
1 My hert is dytinge of a good matter, I speake of that, which I haue made of the kynge:
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
1 At this my hert is astonnied, and moued out of his place.
2 Beholde, I wil open my mouth, & my tonge shal speake out of my chawes.
3 My hert shall ordre my wordes a right, & my lyppes shal talke of pure wy?dome.
3 For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande.
4 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
27 Hath my hert medled priuely wt eny disceate? Or, dyd I euer kysse myne owne honde
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
6 I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete.
3 Thou hast proued & visited myne herte in the night season: thou hast tried me in the fyre, & hast founde no wickednes in me: for I vtterly purposed, that my mouth shulde not offende.
16 Then thought I to vnderstonde this, but it was to harde for me.
8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
2 The sprete of the LORDE hath spoken by me, and the vtteraunce therof is done thorow my tunge.
9 Delyuer me from all myne offences, and make me not a scorne vnto the foolish.
10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.
9 Smoke wente vp from his nose, and consumynge fyre out of his mouth, coles were kyndled therof.
131 I ope my mouth & drawe in my breth, for I desyre thy commaundemetes.
21 His breth maketh the coales burne, the flame goeth out of his mouth.
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.
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?
14 which I promised wt my lippes, and spake with my mouth, when I was in trouble.
17 I called vnto hi wt my mouth and gaue him prayses with my tuge.
2 For the same cause do my thoughtes compell me to answere. And why? my mynde is tossed here and there.
19 What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.
20 Therfore wil I speake, that I maye haue vete: I wil open my lyppes, and make answere.
14 Like as a fyre that burneth vp the wodd, & as the flame that consumeth the mountaynes.
16 yee my reynes shalbe very glad, yf yi lyppes speake the thinge yt is right.
27 My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.
8 There wete a smoke out of his nostrels, ad a cosumynge fyre out of his mouth, so yt coales were kyndled at it.
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.
3 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
11 Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.
10 I beleued, and therfore haue I spoke, but I was sore troubled.
19 In ye multitude of the sorowes that I had in my herte, thy comfortes haue refreshed my soule.
23 Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes.
40 On the daye tyme the heate cosumed me, and the frost on the night, and my slepe departed fro myne eyes.
4 My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
13 With my lippes wil I be tellynge out all the iudgmentes of thy mouth.
1 Pvt me not to rebuke (Oh LORDE) in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure.
2 Neuerthelesse my fete were allmost gone, my treadinges had wel nye slipte.
3 Set a watch (o LORDE) before my mouth, yee a watch at the dore of my lippes.
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.