Psalms 73:21

Coverdale Bible (1535)

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

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Referenced Verses

  • Job 16:13 : 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.
  • Ps 37:1 : 1 Frett not thy self at the vngodly, be not thou envious agaynst the euell doers.
  • Ps 37:7 : 7 Holde the still in ye LORDE, and abyde pacietly vpon him: but greue not thy self at one that hath prosperite, and lyueth in abhominacion.
  • Ps 73:3 : 3 And why. I was greued at ye wicked, to se the vngodly in soch prosperite.
  • Lam 3:13 : 13 The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes.

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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.

  • 16 Then thought I to vnderstonde this, but it was to harde for me.

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

  • 4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.

  • Ps 38:6-8
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    6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.

    7 For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.

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

  • 13 The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes.

  • Ps 31:9-10
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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.

  • Isa 21:3-4
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    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.

  • Job 30:16-17
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    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.

  • 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.

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

  • 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.

  • 22 So foolish was I and ignoraunt, and as it were a beest before the.

  • 27 My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.

  • Ps 102:4-5
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    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.

  • 14 Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?

  • 2 Neuerthelesse my fete were allmost gone, my treadinges had wel nye slipte.

  • Lam 3:19-20
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    19 O remembre yet my mysery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.

    20 Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.

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

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

  • 3 I helde my tonge, I was domme, I kepte sylence, yee eue from good wordes, but it was payne and grefe to me.

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

  • 1 At this my hert is astonnied, and moued out of his place.

  • 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.

  • 3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,

  • 11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.

  • 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.

  • 2 Examen me O LORDE, and proue me: trie out my reynes and my hert.

  • 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?

  • 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,

  • 3 I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.

  • 1 Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God?

  • 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.

  • 7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.

  • 11 Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.

  • 17 I am wroth wt hi for his couetousnes & lust, I smyte him, I hyde me, and am angrie, whe he turneth himself, and foloweth ye bywaye of his owne hert.

  • 11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,

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

  • 2 For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore.

  • Ps 6:2-3
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    2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.

    3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?

  • 2 My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.

  • 17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.