Psalms 40:12
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.
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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4 For my wickednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy forme to beare.
13 O LORDE, let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me, make haist (o LORDE) to helpe me. Let them be ashamed and cofounded, that seke after my soule, to destroie it: let them fall backwarde and be put to confucion, that wysh me euell.
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.
14 The yocke of my transgression is come at the last, with his honde hath he taken it vp, and put it aboute my neck. My strength is gone: the LORDE hath delyuered me in to those hondes, wherout I can not quyte myself.
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.
3 My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
5 And I sayde: O that I had wynges like a doue, that I might fle somwhere, and be at rest.
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
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.
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.
2 I sticke fast in the depe myre, where no grounde is: I am come into depe waters, and the floudes wil drowne me.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
4 They yt hate me without a cause, are mo then the hayres of my heade: they that are myne enemies & wolde destroye me giltlesse, are mightie:
11 Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
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.
18 Loke vpon my aduersite and misery, and forgeue me all my synnes.
19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
1 Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
2 Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
3 I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
4 Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
5 The waters compased me, euen to the very soule: the depe laye aboute me, and the wedes were wrapte aboute myne heade.
8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
15 Fearfulnesse is turned agaynst me. Myne honoure vanisheth awaye more swiftly then wynde, & my prosperite departeth hece like as it were a cloude.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
5 For the sorowes of death copased me, and the brokes of Belial made me afrayed.
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
4 The paynes of hell came aboute me, the snares of death toke holde vpo me.
5 Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.
3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.
13 Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.
3 For lo, they lye waytinge for my soule: ye mightie me are gathered together against me, wt out eny offence or faute of me, o LORDE.
22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
15 For I haue herde the blasphemy of the multitude: euery man abhorreth me: they haue gathered a councel together agaynst me, and are purposed to take awaye my life.
15 My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.
16 Thy wroth full displeasure goeth ouer me, the feare of the oppresseth me.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
11 O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
7 Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
2 For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore.