Psalms 88:14
LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
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2For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
15My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.
16Thy wroth full displeasure goeth ouer me, the feare of the oppresseth me.
1How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
2Oh 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?
24Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
1My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
2O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
13Vnto the I crie (o LORDE) and early cometh my prayer before the.
6Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
7Sela. Thou hast put awaye myne acquataunce farre fro me, & made me to be abhorred of them:
8I am so fast in preson, that I can not get forth.
9My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.
9Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
23Vp LORDE, why slepest thou? Awake, and cast vs not of for euer.
24Wherfore hydest thou thy face? wilt thou clene forget oure misery and oppressio?
46The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.
1Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
7Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
8Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the.
8Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
9My hert speaketh vnto the, my face seketh the, yee LORDE, thy face wil I seke. O hyde not thou thy face fro me, cast not thy seruaunt of in displeasure.
1O God, wherfore doest thou cast vs so cleane awaye? why is yi wrath so hote agaynst ye shepe of yi pasture?
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.
2For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell.
3I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.
13O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me.
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.
49What man is he that lyueth, and shal not se death? Maye a ma delyuer his owne soule from the honde of hell?
5O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
21Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
3For 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.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
10And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
17Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
4I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
14O God, the proude are rysen agaynst me, and the cogregacion of ye mightie seketh after my soule, & set not ye before their eyes.
18My louers and fredes hast thou put awaye fro me, and turned awaye myne acquantaunce.
3My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
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.
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.
4Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
11Cast me not awaie from thy presence, and take not thy holy sprete fro me.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
8Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
27How maye then Iacob thinke, or how maye Israel saye: My wayes are hyd from the LORDE, and my God knoweth not of my iudgmentes.
1Unto the wil I crie, o my stronge defence: thinke no scorne of me, lest (yf thou make the as though thou herdest not) I become like them, that go downe into ye pytte.
22Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
11Shalt not thou do it (o God) which hast cast vs out: thou God, yt wentest not forth with oure hoostes?
7Wil the LORDE cast out for euer? Wil he be nomore intreated?