Psalms 88:6
Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
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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.
4Fre amoge the deed, like vnto the yt lye in the graue, which be out of remembrauce, and are cutt awaye from thy honde.
5Thou hast layed me in the lowest pytte, in ye darcknesse and in the depe.
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.
6He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
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.
3Thou 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,
4I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
5The waters compased me, euen to the very soule: the depe laye aboute me, and the wedes were wrapte aboute myne heade.
6I wente downe to the botome of the hilles, & was barred in with earth for euer. But thou (o LORDE my God) hast brought vp my lyfe agayne out of corrupcion.
3Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
55I called vpon thy name (O LORDE) out of the depe pitte.
14LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro 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.
13For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
7The 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.
2I sticke fast in the depe myre, where no grounde is: I am come into depe waters, and the floudes wil drowne me.
1Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
6The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
6Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
2He droue me forth, and led me: yee into darcknesse, but not in to light.
15Yet darre I laye, yt thou shalt be brought downe to the depe of hell.
20Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faithfulnesse (o God) playege vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel.
53They haue put downe my life in to a pitte, and layed a stone vpon me.
5Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.
13Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
10And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
3The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
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.
8Yf I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttemost parte of the see:
9My soule hangeth vpon the, thy right honde vpholdeth me.
19I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
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.
11Maye thy louynge kyndnes be shewed in the graue, or thy faithfulnesse in destruccion?
12Maye thy wonderous workes be knowne in the darcke, or thy righteousnes in the londe where all thinges are forgotte?
17Neuertheles my couersacion hath so pleased ye, that thou woldest not make an ende of my life, so that thou hast cast all my synnes behynde thy backe.
18For hell prayseth not the, death doth not magnifie the. They that go downe into the graue, prayse not thy treuth:
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.
18My louers and fredes hast thou put awaye fro me, and turned awaye myne acquantaunce.
14Heare me (o God) with thy greate mercy & sure helpe.
15Take me out of the myre, yt I syncke not: Oh let me be delyuered fro the yt hate me, & out of ye depe waters.
16Camest thou euer into the groude of the see, Or, hast thou walked in ye lowe corners of ye depe?
15My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
2He brought me out of the horrible pitte, out of the myre and claye: he set my fete vpo the rocke, and ordred my goinges.
18Namely, how thou hast set the in a slippery place, that thou maiest cast the downe headlynges & destroye the.
8They shal cast the downe to the pytte, so that thou shalt dye in the middest of the see,
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.