Psalms 88:15
My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.
My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.
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16 Thy wroth full displeasure goeth ouer me, the feare of the oppresseth me.
14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
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.
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.
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.
8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
15 Fearfulnesse is turned agaynst me. Myne honoure vanisheth awaye more swiftly then wynde, & my prosperite departeth hece like as it were a cloude.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
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.
13 Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.
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.
4 The paynes of hell came aboute me, the snares of death toke holde vpo me.
5 Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.
3 For 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.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
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.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
12 Myne age is folden vp together and taken awaye fro me, like a sheperdes cotage: my lyfe is hewen of, like as a weeuer cutteth of his webb. Whyl I was yet takinge my rest, he hewed me of, & made an ende of me in one daie.
10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.
12 For innumerable troubles are come aboute me: my synnes haue taken soch holde vpon me, that I am not able to loke vp: yee they are mo in nombre then the hayres of my heade, and my hert hath fayled me.
1 Many a tyme haue they fought agaynst me fro my youth vp (maye Israel now saie).
2 Yee many a tyme haue they fought agaist me fro my youth vp, but they haue not ouercome me.
18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
14 Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?
5 For the sorowes of death copased me, and the brokes of Belial made me afrayed.
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
28 then am I afrayed of all my workes, for I knowe, thou fauourest not an euell doer.
22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
15 This is ye cause, that I shrenke at his presence, so that when I considre him, I am afrayed of him.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
14 The yocke of my transgression is come at the last, with his honde hath he taken it vp, and put it aboute my neck. My strength is gone: the LORDE hath delyuered me in to those hondes, wherout I can not quyte myself.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
107 I am troubled aboue measure, quycken me (o LORDE) acordinge vnto thy worde.
1 I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
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.
15 that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.