Psalms 142:2
I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.
I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.
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1A Psalme of Dauid, to giue instruction, and a prayer, when he was in the caue. I cryed vnto the Lord with my voyce: with my voyce I prayed vnto the Lord.
3Though my spirit was in perplexitie in me, yet thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked, haue they priuily layde a snare for me.
2Hearken vnto me, & answere me: I mourne in my prayer, and make a noyse,
1For the excellent musitian Ieduthun. A Psalme committed to Asaph. My voyce came to God, when I cryed: my voyce came to God, and he heard me.
2In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
3I did thinke vpon God, & was troubled: I praied, and my spirit was full of anguish. Selah.
1A song of degrees. I called vnto the Lorde in my trouble, and hee heard me.
8Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.
1My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
2I will say vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.
1A Psalme of Dauid. O Lord, I call vpon thee: haste thee vnto me: heare my voyce, when I cry vnto thee.
1A prayer of the afflicted, when hee shall be in distresse, and poure foorth his meditation before the Lorde. O Lorde, heare my prayer, and let my crye come vnto thee.
2Hide not thy face from me in the time of my trouble: incline thine eares vnto me: when I call, make haste to heare me.
24For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
9Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
20Behold, 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.
21They haue heard that I mourne, but there is none to comfort mee: all mine enemies haue heard of my trouble, and are glad, that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day, that thou hast pronounced, and they shalbe like vnto me.
22Let 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.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
16Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.
17The sorowes of mine heart are enlarged: drawe me out of my troubles.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
1A song of degrees. Ovt of the deepe places haue I called vnto thee, O Lord.
2Lorde, heare my voyce: let thine eares attend to the voyce of my prayers.
6But in my trouble did I call vpon the Lord, and cryed vnto my God: he heard my voyce out of his Temple, and my crye did come before him, euen into his eares.
1A song or Psalme of Heman the Ezrahite to giue instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah for him that excelleth vpon Malath Leannoth. O Lorde God of my saluation, I cry day and night before thee.
2Let my prayer enter into thy presence: incline thine eare vnto my cry.
3For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
14Which my lippes haue promised, and my mouth hath spoken in mine affliction.
22Though 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.
7I wil be glad and reioyce in thy mercie: for thou hast seene my trouble: thou hast knowen my soule in aduersities,
5Then cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art mine hope, and my portion in the land of the liuing.
6Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.
11Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
12But, O Lorde of hostes, that tryest the righteous, and seest the reines and the heart, let me see thy vengeance on them: for vnto thee haue I opened my cause.
4Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
3When the snares of death copassed me, and the griefes of the graue caught me: when I founde trouble and sorowe.
7But in my tribulation did I call vpon the Lord, and crie to my God, and he did heare my voyce out of his temple, and my crie did enter into his eares.
2Hearken vnto the voyce of my crie, my King and my God: for vnto thee doe I pray.
14I 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.
28I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
2Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
1To him that excelleth on Neginoth. A Psalme of Dauid. Heare my cry, O God: giue eare vnto my prayer.
6Therefore I saide vnto the Lorde, Thou art my God: heare, O Lord, the voyce of my prayers.
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
12Heare my prayer, O Lord, & hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.
17Euening and morning, and at noone will I pray, and make a noyse, & he wil heare my voice.
13From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.