Psalms 109:22
Because I am poore and needie, and mine heart is wounded within me.
Because I am poore and needie, and mine heart is wounded within me.
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8 I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
9 Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
10 Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
17 Though I be poore and needie, the Lorde thinketh on mee: thou art mine helper and my deliuerer: my God, make no tarying.
16 Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.
17 The sorowes of mine heart are enlarged: drawe me out of my troubles.
9 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
21 But thou, O Lorde my God, deale with me according vnto thy Name: deliuer me, (for thy mercie is good)
1 A prayer of Dauid. Incline thine eare, O Lord, and heare me: for I am poore and needy.
5 Nowe I am poore and needie: O God, make haste to me: thou art mine helper, and my deliuerer: O Lord, make no tarying.
14 I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
15 My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16 For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete.
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
16 Because he remembred not to shew mercie, but persecuted the afflicted and poore man, and the sorowfull hearted to slay him.
20 Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
29 When I am poore and in heauinesse, thine helpe, O God, shall exalt me.
2 Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
22 Let al their wickednes come before thee: do vnto them, as thou hast done vnto me, for all my transgressions: for my sighes are many, & mine heart is heauy.
26 Helpe me, O Lord my God: saue me according to thy mercie.
6 I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
23 I depart like the shadowe that declineth, and am shaken off as the grashopper.
24 My knees are weake through fasting, and my flesh hath lost all fatnes.
4 Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
5 For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
22 Though I said in mine haste, I am cast out of thy sight, yet thou heardest the voyce of my prayer, when I cryed vnto thee.
4 Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
21 Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
20 Rebuke hath broken mine heart, and I am full of heauinesse, and I looked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none: and for comforters, but I found none.
25 Did not I weepe with him that was in trouble? was not my soule in heauinesse for the poore?
17 Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
10 All my bones shall say, Lorde, who is like vnto thee, which deliuerest the poore from him, that is too strong for him! yea, the poore and him that is in miserie, from him that spoyleth him!
3 I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
19 Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.
6 Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.
12 For innumerable troubles haue compassed mee: my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me, that I am not able to looke vp: yea, they are moe in nomber then the heares of mine head: therefore mine heart hath failed me.
19 But be thou not farre off, O Lorde, my strength: hasten to helpe me.
13 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate mee, thou that liftest me vp from the gates of death,
1 To him that excelleth vpon Aiieleth Hasshahar. A Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me, and art so farre from mine health, and from the wordes of my roaring?
1 To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of Dauid on Michtam. When he fled from Saul in the caue. Haue mercie vpon me, O God, haue mercie vpon me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and in the shadowe of thy wings wil I trust, till these afflictions ouerpasse.
107 I am very sore afflicted: O Lord, quicken me according to thy word.
4 Therefore I saide, Lorde haue mercie vpon me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned against thee.
11 Be not farre from me, because trouble is neere: for there is none to helpe me.
10 Heare, O Lorde, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.
4 I looked vpon my right hand, and beheld, but there was none that would knowe me: all refuge failed me, and none cared for my soule.
17 And hide not thy face from thy seruant, for I am in trouble: make haste and heare me.
10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
12 For I deliuered the poore that cryed, and the fatherlesse, and him that had none to helpe him.