Psalms 88:16
Thy wroth full displeasure goeth ouer me, the feare of the oppresseth me.
Thy wroth full displeasure goeth ouer me, the feare of the oppresseth me.
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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.
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.
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.
14 They fell vpon me, as it had bene ye breakynge in of waters, & came in by heapes to destroye 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.
17 They come rounde aboute me daylie like water, and compase me together on euery syde.
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.
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.
1 Pvt me not to rebuke (Oh LORDE) in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure.
2 For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore.
7 For we consume awaye in thy displeasure, and are afrayed at thy wrothfull indignacion.
53 They haue put downe my life in to a pitte, and layed a stone vpon me.
54 They poured water vpon my heade, then thought I: now am I vndone.
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.
10 And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
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.
13 He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
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.
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.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
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.
8 (wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
9 He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
3 Thou haddest cast me downe depe in ye middest off the see, and the floude compased me aboute: yee all thy wawes and rowles of water went ouer me,
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.
53 I am horribly afrayed for ye vngodly, that forsake thy lawe.
21 Thou art become myne enemye, & wt yi violet hade thou takest parte agaynst me.
21 Withdrawe thine honde fro me, & let not the fearfull drede of the make me afrayed.
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.
7 The LORDE hath promised his louynge kyndnesse daylie, therfore wil I prayse him in the night season, and make my prayer vnto ye God of my life.
46 The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.
25 For the thynge that I feared, is come vpon me: and the thynge that I was afrayed of, is happened vnto me.
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
4 For my wickednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy forme to beare.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
28 then am I afrayed of all my workes, for I knowe, thou fauourest not an euell doer.
19 O how sodenly do they consume, perish, & come to a fearfull ende?
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.