Psalms 39:4
My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
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5 LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
46 The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.
47 Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
3 LORDE, what is ma, that thou hast soch respecte vnto him? Or the sonne of man, that thou so regardest him?
4 Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe.
11 But who regardeth the power of thy wrath, thy fearfull & terrible displeasure?
12 O teach vs to nombre oure dayes, that we maye applie oure hertes vnto wy?dome.
12 Sela. 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.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
23 He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
24 Yet wil I saye: O my God, take me not awaye in ye myddest of myne age: as for thy yeares, they endure thorow out all generacions.
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.
20 Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
11 What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
5 Are thy dayes as the dayes of man, and thy yeares as mans yeares?
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
23 Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes.
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 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
23 Sure I am, yt thou wilt delyuer me vnto death: where as a lodgyng is prepared for all 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.
23 How greate are my my?dedes & synnes? Let me knowe my trasgressions & offences.
1 O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of.
7 Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them.
11 My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
6 Whither shal I go then from thy sprete? Or, whither shal I fle from thy presence?
9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
16 Then thought I to vnderstonde this, but it was to harde for me.
17 Vntill I wete in to ye Sanctuary of God, & considered the ende of these men.
5 The dayes of man are shorte, ye nombre of his monethes are knowne only vnto the. Thou hast apoynted him his boundes, he can not go beyonde them.
16 I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
17 What is man, that thou hast him in soch reputacion, and settest so moch by him?
1 Lorde, I am not hye mynded, I haue no proude lokes.
24 Therfore chaste thou vs (o LORDE) but with fauoure, and not in thy wrath, bringe vs not vtterly to naught.
3 And now o LORDE, take my life fro me (I beseke the) for I had rather dye then lyue.
49 What man is he that lyueth, and shal not se death? Maye a ma delyuer his owne soule from the honde of hell?
5 I am fayne to paye the thinges yt I neuer toke. God, thou knowest my symplenesse, and my fautes are not hyd from the.
4 Knowest thou not this, namely: that from the begynninge (euer sence the creacion of man vpon earth)
9 Namely, yt we are but of yesterdaye, and considre not, that oure dayes vpon earth are buth a very shadow.
13 O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me.
20 O LORDE, set a scolemaster ouer the, that the Heithe maye knowe them selues to be but me. Sela.
8 Thy hondes haue made me, & fashioned me alltogether rounde aboute, wilt thou then destroye me sodely?
4 Thou hast fashioned me behinde & before, & layed thine hode vpon me.
33 Teach me o LORDE the waye of thy statutes, and I shal kepe it vnto the ende.
14 For he knoweth wherof we be made, he remembreth that we are but dust.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
4 Doth not he se my wayes, & tell all my goinges?
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
8 Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the.