Psalms 77:4

Coverdale Bible (1535)

Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,

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  • Esth 6:1 : 1 The same night coulde not the kynge slepe, and he commaunded to brynge ye Chronicles and storyes: which wha they were red before ye kinge,
  • Job 2:13 : 13 They sat them downe by him also vpon the grounde, vij. dayes and vij. nightes. Nether was there eny of them that spake one worde vnto him, for they sawe that his payne was very greate.
  • Job 6:3 : 3 for then shulde it be heuyer, then the sonde of the see. This is the cause, that my wordes are so soroufull.
  • Job 7:13-15 : 13 When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche: 14 The troublest thou me with dreames, ad makest me so afrayed thorow visions, 15 that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.
  • Ps 6:6 : 6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.

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  • Ps 77:2-3
    2 verses
    80%

    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.

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

  • 4 I wil not suffre myne eyes to slepe, ner myne eye lyddes to slober.

  • Ps 13:3-4
    2 verses
    75%

    3 Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death.

    4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.

  • 5 Then remembred I the tymes of olde, & the yeares that were past.

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

  • 148 Myne eyes preuete ye night watches, yt I might be occupied in thy wordes.

  • 82 Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?

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

  • Ps 6:6-7
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    6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.

    7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.

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

  • 19 Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?

  • 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.

  • 2 O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.

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

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

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

  • Ps 32:3-4
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    72%

    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.

  • 13 with a vision in the night, when men are fallen a slepe.

  • 49 Myne eyes runne, and can not ceasse, for there is no rest.

  • 12 Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson?

  • Job 23:15-16
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    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.

  • 16 My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.

  • 16 Then stode there one before me, whose face I knewe not: an ymage there was, and the wether was still, so that I herde this voyce:

  • 9 My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.

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

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    5 Sela I layed me downe and slepte, but I rose vp agayne, for the LORDE susteyned me.

  • 1 Unto the lift I vp myne eyes, thou yt dwellest in the heauens.

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

  • Ps 142:2-3
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    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.

  • 22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.

  • 8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.

  • 14 Then chatred I like a swalowe, and like a Crane, and mourned as a doue. I lift vp myne eyes in to ye hight: O LORDE, (sayde I) violence is done vnto me, be thou suertie for me.

  • 4 They rune & prepare the selues, wt out my faute: Arise, come thou helpe me, & beholde.

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

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

  • 40 On the daye tyme the heate cosumed me, and the frost on the night, and my slepe departed fro myne eyes.

  • 22 This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.

  • 8 Thou tellest my flittinges, thou puttest my teares in thy botell, and nombrest them.

  • 4 Thus sayeth the man whose eyes are opened: Thus sayeth he which heareth the wordes of God, which sawe the vision of ye Allmightie: which fell downe, and his eyes were opened.

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

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

  • 14 The troublest thou me with dreames, ad makest me so afrayed thorow visions,

  • 4 let not thyne eyes slepe, ner thine eye lyddes slomber.

  • 4 Myne herte paunted, I trembled for feare. The darcknesse made me fearfull in my mynde.