Psalms 69:20

Coverdale Bible (1535)

Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.

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Referenced Verses

  • Job 16:2 : 2 I haue oft tymes herde soch thinges. Miserable geuers of comforte are ye, all the sorte of you.
  • Isa 63:5 : 5 I loked aboute me, and there was no ma to shewe me eny helpe, I fel downe, and no man helde me vp. The I helde me by myne owne arme, & my feruetnesse susteyned me.
  • Ps 142:4 : 4 Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
  • Mark 14:50 : 50 And all the disciples forsoke him, and fled.
  • John 12:27 : 27 Now is my soule heuy, and what shal I saye? Father, helpe me out of this houre. But therfore am I come in to this houre.
  • John 16:32 : 32 Beholde, the houre draweth nye, and is come allready, that ye shalbe scatred, euery man in to his awne, and shal leaue me alone: and yet am I not alone, for the father is with me.
  • 2 Tim 4:16-17 : 16 In my first answerynge no man assisted me, but all forsoke me. I praye God that it be not layed to their charges. 17 Notwitstondynge the LORDE stode by me, & stregthed me, that by me the preachinge shulde be fulfylled to the vttemost, and that all the Heythe shulde heare. And I was delyuered out of the mouth of the lyon.
  • Heb 11:36 : 36 Other taisted of mockinges and scourginges, of bondes also and presonment:
  • Matt 26:37-38 : 37 And he toke with him Peter, and the two sonnes of Zebede, and beganne to wexe soroufull and to be in an agonye. 38 Then sayde Iesus vnto them: My soule is heuy euen vnto the death. Tary ye here, and watch with me.
  • Matt 26:56 : 56 But all this is done, that the scriptures of the prophetes might be fulfylled.
  • Mark 14:37 : 37 And he came vnto them, and founde the slepynge, and sayde vnto Peter: Symon, slepest thou? Couldest thou not watch with me one houre?
  • Job 19:21-22 : 21 Haue pite vpon me, haue pite vpon me (o ye my frendes) for the hande of the LORDE hath touched me. 22 Seynge God persecuteth me, wil ye vexe me also? Haue ye not yet ynough of the trouble of my flesh?
  • Ps 42:6 : 6 My God, my soule is vexed within me: therfore I remebre the londe of Iordane, & the litle hill of Hermonim. One depe calleth another wt the voyce of thy whystles, all thy wawes & water floudes are gone ouer me.
  • Ps 42:10 : 10 daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
  • Ps 123:4 : 4 Oure soule is fylled wt the scornefull reprofe of the welthy, & with ye despitefulnesse of the proude.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • 21 The rebuke breaketh my hert, & maketh me heuy: I loke for some to haue pitie vpon me, but there is no man: & for some to coforte me, but I fynde none.

  • 19 Drawe nye vnto my soule, and saue it: Oh delyuer me because of myne enemies.

  • Ps 69:9-11
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    9 For the zele of thine house hath euen eaten me, and the rebukes of them that rebuked the, is fallen vpon me.

    10 I wepte and chastened my self wt fastinge, and that was turned to my reprofe.

    11 I put on a sackecloth, and therfore they iested vpon me.

  • Lam 1:20-22
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    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.

  • 4 Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.

  • 7 And why? for thy sake do I suffre reprofe, shame couereth my face.

  • 18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:

  • 3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.

  • 8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.

  • 4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.

  • 19 All soch as were my most familiers, abhorre me: and they whom I loued best, are turned agaynst me.

  • 20 My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God.

  • 22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.

  • 16 Therfore do I wepe, and myne eyes gusshe out of water: for the coforter that shulde quycken me, is farre fro me. My children are dryuen awaye, for why? the enemie hath gotten the ouer honde.

  • 12 O ye all that go fore by, beholde and se, yf there be eny sorowe like vnto myne, wherwith the LORDE hath troubled me, in the daye of his fearefull wrath.

  • 19 Alas, how am I hurte? Alas, how panefull are my scourges vnto me? For I cosidre this sorow by my self, & I must suffre it,

  • Ps 31:9-11
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    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.

    11 My life is waxen olde with heuynesse, and my yeares wt mournynge.

  • 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.

  • Ps 22:6-7
    2 verses
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    6 But as for me, I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of me and the outcast of the people.

    7 All they yt se me, laugh me to scorne: they shute out their lippes, and shake their heades.

  • 21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.

  • 25 Helpe me o LORDE my God, oh saue me for thy mercies sake.

  • 9 I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.

  • 4 When I perceaued yt, I sayde: awaye fro me, yt I maye wepe bytterly. Take no laboure for to coforte me, as touchinge the destruction of my people.

  • Ps 22:14-15
    2 verses
    73%

    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.

  • 3 Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?

  • 6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.

  • 1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.

  • 50 Sela. LORDE, where are thy olde louynge kyndnesses, which thou sworest vnto Dauid in thy trueth?

  • 17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.

  • 25 Dyd not I wepe in ye tyme of trouble? Had not my soule copassion vpo ye poore?

  • 16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.

  • 11 Let them be cofounded & perish, that are agaynst my soule: let the be couered with shame & dishonoure, that seke to do me euell.

  • 19 Hast thou then vtterly forsaken Iuda? (sayde I) Dost thou so abhorre Sio? Or hast thou so plaged vs, that we can be healed nomore? We loked for peace, and there cometh no good: for the tyme of health, & lo, here is nothinge but trouble.

  • 14 Myne owne kyn?folkes haue forsaken me, and my frendes haue put me out of remembraunce.

  • 10 They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.

  • 3 Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.

  • 10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.

  • 14 I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songes vpon me all ye daye loge.

  • 26 Let their habitacion be voyde, & no man to dwell in their tentes.

  • 12 But it is thou my companyon, my gyde and myne owne familier frede.

  • 9 He hath spoyled me of myne honoure, & taken the crowne awaye fro my heade.

  • 19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.