Psalms 88:7
Sela. Thou hast put awaye myne acquataunce farre fro me, & made me to be abhorred of them:
Sela. Thou hast put awaye myne acquataunce farre fro me, & made me to be abhorred of them:
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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.
17They come rounde aboute me daylie like water, and compase me together on euery syde.
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.
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.
6Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
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.
5For the sorowes of death copased me, and the brokes of Belial made me afrayed.
6The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
10And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
1Pvt me not to rebuke (Oh LORDE) in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure.
2For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore.
10I 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.
4And because thy hande was so heuy vpon me both daye and night, my moysture was like the drouth in Sommer. Sela.
46The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.
21Thou art become myne enemye, & wt yi violet hade thou takest parte agaynst me.
22In tymes past thou didest set me vp an hye, as it were aboue ye winde, but now hast thou geue me a very sore fall.
3I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.
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.
12Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson?
1I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
14Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?
2I sticke fast in the depe myre, where no grounde is: I am come into depe waters, and the floudes wil drowne me.
54They poured water vpon my heade, then thought I: now am I vndone.
7For we consume awaye in thy displeasure, and are afrayed at thy wrothfull indignacion.
3My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
4Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
7And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
8(wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
4The paynes of hell came aboute me, the snares of death toke holde vpo me.
21They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.
22From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.
3From that tyme forth hath yi seate bene prepared, thou art from euerlastinge.
12For 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.
9O LORDE God of hoostes, who is like vnto the in power? thy trueth is rounde aboute the.
7He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, & hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
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?
4For my wickednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy forme to beare.
13From 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.
43Thou hast couered vs in thy wrath, & persecuted vs, thou hast slayne vs without eny fauoure.
19Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
3When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
24Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?