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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19Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
2and speake agaynst me with false toges. They compase me aboute with wordes of hatred, & fight agaynst me without a cause.
3For the loue that I had vnto them, they take now my contrary parte, but I geue my self vnto prayer.
12But it is thou my companyon, my gyde and myne owne familier frede.
4Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
9He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
10They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
21They 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.
22From 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.
8Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me.
15But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
16My cofucion is daylie before me, & the shame of my face couereth me.
10Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
3For 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.
3For 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.
7All they that hate me, runne together agaynst me, and ymagin euell agaynst me.
5They vexe me daylie in my wordes: all yt they ymagin, is to do me euell.
6They holde alltogether, & kepe them selues close: they marck my steppes, how they maye catch my soule.
2The 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.
10For 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.
5Myne enemies speake euell vpo me: whan shal he dye, and his name perishe?
52Myne enemies hunted me out sharpely like a byrde, yee and that with out a cause.
53They haue put downe my life in to a pitte, and layed a stone vpon me.
19But myne enemies lyue, and are mightie: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in nombre.
9From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute.
3For straungers are rysen vp agaynst me, and the mightie (which haue not God before their eyes) seke after my soule.
10But lo, he hath pyked a quarell agaynst me, & taketh me for his enemy:
9there is a greate crie & coplaynte made by the that are oppressed with violence, yee eueryman complayneth vpon the cruell arme of tyrauntes.
13I 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.
5Set an vngodly man to be ruler ouer him, & let Satan stonde at his right hande.
2For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
24Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
20For they speake vnright of the, thine enemies exalte them selues presumptuously.
1Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
2Oh 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?
11His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.
5Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.
4Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
19O 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.
12They that sought after my life, and to do me euell, spake of lyes and ymagined disceate all the daye longe.
2Myne enemies treade me daylie vnder their fete, for they be many, yt proudly fight agaynst me.
22Let 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.
23Yet 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.
9Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
7Therfore myne enemy shalbe founde as the vngodly, & he yt taketh parte agaynst me, as the vnrightuous.
11My life is waxen olde with heuynesse, and my yeares wt mournynge.
10And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
7My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
5He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
3Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.