Psalms 77:3

Coverdale Bible (1535)

When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.

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  • Ps 61:2 : 2 From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble:
  • Ps 88:3-9 : 3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth. 4 Fre amoge the deed, like vnto the yt lye in the graue, which be out of remembrauce, and are cutt awaye from thy honde. 5 Thou hast layed me in the lowest pytte, in ye darcknesse and in the depe. 6 Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes. 7 Sela. Thou hast put awaye myne acquataunce farre fro me, & made me to be abhorred of them: 8 I am so fast in preson, that I can not get forth. 9 My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the. 10 Doest thou shewe wonders amonge the deed? Can the physicias rayse them vp agayne, that they maye prayse the? 11 Maye thy louynge kyndnes be shewed in the graue, or thy faithfulnesse in destruccion? 12 Maye thy wonderous workes be knowne in the darcke, or thy righteousnes in the londe where all thinges are forgotte? 13 Vnto the I crie (o LORDE) and early cometh my prayer before the. 14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me? 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. 17 They come rounde aboute me daylie like water, and compase me together on euery syde. 18 My louers and fredes hast thou put awaye fro me, and turned awaye myne acquantaunce.
  • Ps 102:3-9 : 3 For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande. 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 become like a Pellicane in the wildernes, and like an Oule in a broken wall. 7 I wake, and am euen as it were a sparow sittinge alone vpon the house toppe. 8 Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me. 9 I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge. 10 And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye. 11 My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse. 12 But thou (o LORDE) endurest for euer, and thy remembraunce thorow out all generacions. 13 Arise therfore and haue mercy vpon Sion, for it is tyme to haue mercy vpon her, yee the tyme is come. 14 And why? thy seruauntes haue a loue to hir stones, & it pitieth them to se her in the dust. 15 The Heithen shal feare thy name (o LORDE) and all the kynges of the earth thy maiesty. 16 For the LORDE shal buylde vp Sion, and shal apeare in his glory. 17 He turneth him vnto the prayer of the poore destitute, and despyseth not their desyre. 18 This shalbe written for those yt come after, that the people which shalbe borne, maye prayse the LORDE. 19 For He loketh downe from his Sanctuary, out of the heauen doth the LORDE beholde the earth. 20 That he maye heare the mournynges of soch as be in captiuyte, and delyuer the children of death. 21 That they maie preach the name of the LORDE in Sion, and his worshipe at Ierusalem. 22 When the people are gathered together, and the kyngdomes also to serue ye LORDE. 23 He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes. 24 Yet wil I saye: O my God, take me not awaye in ye myddest of myne age: as for thy yeares, they endure thorow out all generacions. 25 Thou LORDE in the begynnynge hast layed ye foundacion of the earth, and the heauens are the workes of thy hondes. 26 They shal perishe, but thou shalt endure: they all shall wexe olde as doth a garment, 27 & as a vesture shalt thou chaunge the, and they shalbe chaunged. But thou art the same, and thy yeares shal not fayle. 28 The children of thy seruauntes shall contynue, & their sede shal prospere in yi sight.
  • Ps 142:2-3 : 2 When 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. 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.
  • Ps 143:4-5 : 4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate. 5 Yet do I remebre the tymes past, I muse vpo all yi workes, yee I exercise my self in the workes of thy hondes.
  • Jer 17:17 : 17 Be not now terrible vnto me (o LORDE) for thou art he, in whom I hope, when I am in parell.
  • Lam 3:17 : 17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
  • Lam 3:39 : 39 Wherfore them murmureth the lyuinge man? let him murmoure at his owne synne,
  • Job 6:4 : 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.
  • Job 7:11 : 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.
  • Job 23:15-16 : 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.
  • Job 31:23 : 23 For I haue euer feared ye vengeaunce & punyshmet of God, & knew very well, yt I was not able to beare his burthe.
  • Ps 42:5 : 5 O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
  • Ps 42:11 : 11 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet thanke him for the helpe of his countenaunce, and because he is my God.
  • Ps 43:5 : 5 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thakes for ye helpe of his countenauce, and because he is my God.
  • Ps 55:4-5 : 4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me. 5 And I sayde: O that I had wynges like a doue, that I might fle somwhere, and be at rest.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Ps 77:1-2
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    82%

    1I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.

    2In 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.

  • Ps 77:4
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    4Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,

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

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

  • Ps 77:6
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    6I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete.

  • Ps 143:4-5
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    4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.

    5Yet do I remebre the tymes past, I muse vpo all yi workes, yee I exercise my self in the workes of thy hondes.

  • Job 3:26
    75%

    26Was I not happy? Had I not quyetnesse? Was I not in rest? And now commeth soch mysery vpon me.

  • Jonah 2:7
    75%

    7When my soule faynted within me, I thought vpon the LORDE: and my prayer came in vnto the, euen in to thy holy temple.

  • Ps 142:2-3
    2 verses
    75%

    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.

  • Ps 77:9-10
    2 verses
    75%

    9Hath the LORDE forgotten to be gracious? Or, hath he shut vp his louynge kyndnesse in displeasure?

    10Sela. At the last I came to this poynte, that I thought: O why art thou so foolish? the right honde of the most hyest can chaunge all.

  • Ps 42:3-6
    4 verses
    74%

    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.

    4Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?

    5O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.

    6My 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 32:3-4
    2 verses
    74%

    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.

  • Ps 3:1-2
    2 verses
    74%

    1Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.

    2Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.

  • Job 30:27
    73%

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

  • Ps 42:9
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    9Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,

  • Ps 3:4-5
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    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.

  • Ps 116:3
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    3The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,

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

  • Ps 73:21
    72%

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

  • Job 23:15-16
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    72%

    15This is ye cause, that I shrenke at his presence, so that when I considre him, I am afrayed of him.

    16For in so moch as he is God, he maketh my herte soft: and seynge that he is Allmightie, he putteth me in feare.

  • Ps 38:8
    72%

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

  • Lam 3:17
    72%

    17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.

  • Ps 69:3
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    3I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.

  • Ps 31:9
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    9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.

  • Job 21:6
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    6For whe I pondre & considre this, I am afrayed, and my flesh is smytten with feare.

  • Job 21:4
    72%

    4Is it with a man, that I make this disputacio? Which yf it were so, shulde not my sprete be the in sore trouble?

  • Job 10:1
    72%

    1it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,

  • Ps 43:5
    72%

    5Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thakes for ye helpe of his countenauce, and because he is my God.

  • Ps 6:3
    71%

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

  • Job 3:24
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    24This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.

  • Ps 63:6
    71%

    6My soule is satisfied eue as it were with marry & fatnesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioyfull lippes.

  • Ps 42:11
    71%

    11Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet thanke him for the helpe of his countenaunce, and because he is my God.

  • Job 7:11
    71%

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

  • Ps 30:7
    71%

    7But as soone as thou turnedest thy face fro me, I was brought in feare.

  • Lam 1:20
    71%

    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.

  • Job 9:27
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    27When I am purposed to forget my complayninges to chaunge my countenaunce, and to coforte my self:

  • Ps 39:2
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    2And so I shut my mouth, whyle the vngodly layed wayte for me.

  • Ps 88:3
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    3I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.

  • Job 30:16
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    16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.