Psalms 55:4
Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
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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.
3 With this, the raynes of my backe were ful of payne: Panges came vpon me, as vpon a woman in hir trauayle. When I herde it, I was abasshed: and whe I loked vp, I was afrayde.
4 Myne herte paunted, I trembled for feare. The darcknesse made me fearfull in my mynde.
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon 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.
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.
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.
25 For the thynge that I feared, is come vpon me: and the thynge that I was afrayed of, is happened vnto 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.
3 My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
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.
17 My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
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.
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.
15 This is ye cause, that I shrenke at his presence, so that when I considre him, I am afrayed of him.
16 For in so moch as he is God, he maketh my herte soft: and seynge that he is Allmightie, he putteth me in feare.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
19 Ah my bely, ah my bely, (shalt thou crie) how is my hert so sore? my hert paunteth within me, I can not be still, for I haue herde the crienge of the trompettes, and peales of warre.
1 At this my hert is astonnied, and moued out of his place.
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.
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
4 For the allmighty hath shott at me with his arowes, whose indignacion hath droncke vp my sprete, and ye terrible feares of God fight agaysnt me.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.
14 Soch feare and drede came vpo me, that all my bones shoke.
22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
4 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
53 I am horribly afrayed for ye vngodly, that forsake thy lawe.
6 For whe I pondre & considre this, I am afrayed, and my flesh is smytten with feare.
13 He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
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 that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
4 For my wickednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy forme to beare.