Psalms 55:3
My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
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19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
2 and speake agaynst me with false toges. They compase me aboute with wordes of hatred, & fight agaynst me without a cause.
3 For the loue that I had vnto them, they take now my contrary parte, but I geue my self vnto prayer.
12 But it is thou my companyon, my gyde and myne owne familier frede.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
9 He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
10 They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
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.
8 Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me.
15 But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
16 My cofucion is daylie before me, & the shame of my face couereth me.
10 Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
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.
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.
7 All they that hate me, runne together agaynst me, and ymagin euell agaynst me.
5 They vexe me daylie in my wordes: all yt they ymagin, is to do me euell.
6 They holde alltogether, & kepe them selues close: they marck my steppes, how they maye catch my soule.
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.
10 For why, I herde so many derisios and blasphemies, yee euen of myne owne companyons, and off soch as were conuersaunte with me: which wente aboute, to make me afrayed sayenge: vpon him, let vs go vpon him, to feare him, and make him holde his tonge: yt we maye ouercome him, and be avenged off him.
5 Myne enemies speake euell vpo me: whan shal he dye, and his name perishe?
52 Myne enemies hunted me out sharpely like a byrde, yee and that with out a cause.
53 They haue put downe my life in to a pitte, and layed a stone vpon me.
19 But myne enemies lyue, and are mightie: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in nombre.
9 From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute.
3 For straungers are rysen vp agaynst me, and the mightie (which haue not God before their eyes) seke after my soule.
10 But lo, he hath pyked a quarell agaynst me, & taketh me for his enemy:
9 there is a greate crie & coplaynte made by the that are oppressed with violence, yee eueryman complayneth vpon the cruell arme of tyrauntes.
13 I am become a very reprofe amonge all myne enemies, my neghbours & they of myne owne acquauntaunce are afrayed of me: they yt se me in the strete, coveye them selues fro me.
5 Set an vngodly man to be ruler ouer him, & let Satan stonde at his right hande.
2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
20 For they speake vnright of the, thine enemies exalte them selues presumptuously.
1 Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
2 Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?
11 His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.
5 Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
19 O let the not triuphe ouer me, that are myne enemies for naught: O let them not wyncke wt their eyes, that hate me without a cause.
12 They that sought after my life, and to do me euell, spake of lyes and ymagined disceate all the daye longe.
2 Myne enemies treade me daylie vnder their fete, for they be many, yt proudly fight agaynst me.
22 Let the noyse be herde out of their houses, when the murtherer cometh sodenly vpon them: For they haue digged a pit to take me, and layed snares for my fete.
23 Yet LORDE, thou knowest all their coucell, that they haue deuysed, to slaye me. And therfore forgeue them not their wickednes, and let not their synne be put out of thy sight: but let them be iudged before the as the giltie: This shalt thou do vnto the in ye tyme of thy indignacion.
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
7 Therfore myne enemy shalbe founde as the vngodly, & he yt taketh parte agaynst me, as the vnrightuous.
11 My life is waxen olde with heuynesse, and my yeares wt mournynge.
10 And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
5 He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
3 Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.