Psalms 143:4
And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
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3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
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.
4I 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.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
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.
15My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
4Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
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.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
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.
7But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
6He hath set me in darke places, as they that be dead for euer.
4Mine heart failed: fearefulnesse troubled me: the night of my pleasures hath he turned into feare vnto me.
5Why art thou cast downe, my soule, and vnquiet within me? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes for the helpe of his presence.
6My God, my soule is cast downe within me, because I remember thee, from the land of Iorden, and Hermonim, and from the mount Mizar.
7One deepe calleth another deepe by the noyse of thy water spoutes: all thy waues and thy floods are gone ouer me.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
2How long shall I take counsell within my selfe, hauing wearinesse dayly in mine heart? how long shall mine enemie be exalted aboue me?
20My soule hath them in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
12For 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.
17Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
18And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
22Because I am poore and needie, and mine heart is wounded within me.
7Heare me speedily, O Lorde, for my spirit fayleth: hide not thy face from me, els I shall be like vnto them that go downe into the pit.
3I did thinke vpon God, & was troubled: I praied, and my spirit was full of anguish. Selah.
3For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
4I am counted among them that go downe vnto the pit, and am as a man without strength:
1My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
16For these things I weepe: mine eye, euen mine eye casteth out water, because the comforter that should refresh my soule, is farre from me: my children are desolate, because the enemie preuailed.
16Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
12I am forgotten, as a dead man out of minde: I am like a broken vessell.
11My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
1To 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?
4Then I saide, I am cast away out of thy sight: yet will I looke againe towarde thine holy Temple.
7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
16For God hath softened mine heart, & the Almightie hath troubled me.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
53They haue shut vp my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone vpon me.
15What shall I say? for he hath said it to me, and he hath done it: I shall walke weakely all my yeeres in the bitternesse of my soule.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.