Psalms 73:14
Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?
Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?
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6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
15 Yee I had allmost also sayde euen as they: but lo, then shulde I haue condemned the generacion of thy children.
1 I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
2 He droue me forth, and led me: yee into darcknesse, but not in to light.
3 Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
5 He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
13 Shulde I then clense my hert in vayne (thought I) & wash my hondes in innocency?
14 I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songes vpon me all ye daye loge.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
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.
18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
19 he chasteneth him with sicknesse, & bringeth him to his bed: he laieth sore punyshmet vpo his bones,
1 Many a tyme haue they fought agaynst me fro my youth vp (maye Israel now saie).
2 Yee many a tyme haue they fought agaist me fro my youth vp, but they haue not ouercome me.
3 The plowers plowed vpo my backe, & made loge forowes.
5 They vexe me daylie in my wordes: all yt they ymagin, is to do me euell.
10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.
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.
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.
6 He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.
2 My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.
35 They wounded me (shalt thou saie) but it hath not hurte me, they smote me, but I felt it not. Whe I am wel wakened, I wil go to ye drynke agayne.
31 For so moch then as I haue begonne to talke of God, I wil not hyndre the.
4 When I layed me downe to slepe, I sayde: O when shal I ryse? Agayne, I longed sore for the night. Thus am I full off sorowe, till it be darcke.
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
4 And because thy hande was so heuy vpon me both daye and night, my moysture was like the drouth in Sommer. Sela.
15 What shal I speake or say, ethat he maye this doo? yt I maye lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my life?
7 Sela. Thou hast put awaye myne acquataunce farre fro me, & made me to be abhorred of them:
15 My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.
13 I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
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.
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
10 I wepte and chastened my self wt fastinge, and that was turned to my reprofe.
1 Pvt me not to rebuke (Oh LORDE) in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure.
8 Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me.
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.
15 Thou hast made vs a very byworde amonge the Heithen, & that the people shake their heades at vs.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
20 I haue offended, what shal I do vnto ye, O thou preseruer off men? Why hast thou made me to stonde in thy waye, and am so heuy a burden vnto myself?
3 Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
27 My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.
71 It is good for me that I haue bene in trouble, that I maye lerne thy statutes.
8 because I haue now preached longe agaynst malicious Tyranny, and shewed them off destruccion. For ye which cause they cast the worde off the LORDE in my teth, and take me euer to the worst.
1 Oh LORDE, rebuke me not in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure.
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?