Psalms 77:2
In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
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3When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
4Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,
1I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.
2O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
17My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
3For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
4And because thy hande was so heuy vpon me both daye and night, my moysture was like the drouth in Sommer. Sela.
8I wil saye vnto God my stony rock: why hast thou forgotten me? why go I thus heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
9Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
7When my soule faynted within me, I thought vpon the LORDE: and my prayer came in vnto the, euen in to thy holy temple.
6I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete.
1When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
3Now 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.
1I crie vnto the LORDE with my voyce, yee eue vnto the LORDE do I make my supplicacion. I poure out my complaynte before him, and shewe him of my trouble.
2When my sprete is in heuynesse, for thou knowest my path: in the waye where in I walke, haue they preuely layed a snare for me.
3I 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.
4Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
2Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
3My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
6I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
3The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
4I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
6I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.
7In the tyme of my trouble I call vpon the, for thou hearest me.
1O Lorde God my Sauyor, I crie daye & night before the: Oh let my prayer entre in to thy presence, encline thine eare vnto my callynge.
3When I call vpo the, thou hearest me, and endewest my soule with moch stregth.
1By night in my bedd, I sought him, whom my soule loueth: yee diligently sought I him, but I founde him not.
27My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.
17It is he that delyuereth my soule in peace, from them that laye waite for me: for they are many agaynst me.
8The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
2Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble: enclyne thine eares vnto me when I call, O heare me, and that right soone.
9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
9My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.
4When 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.
7Wha I was in trouble, I called vpo the LORDE, yee euen my God called I vpon, & so he herde my voyce fro his holy temple, & my coplaynte (came) into his eares.
4I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill.
5Sela I layed me downe and slepte, but I rose vp agayne, for the LORDE susteyned me.
3I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
6So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares.
13When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche:
1Be mercifull vnto me (o God) be mercifull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in ye: & vnder the shadowe of thy wynges shalbe my refuge, vntill wickednesse be ouerpast.
2O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
6I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
8Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
20Considre (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.
17The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
40On the daye tyme the heate cosumed me, and the frost on the night, and my slepe departed fro myne eyes.