Psalms 22:16
For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete.
For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete.
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17I may tell all my bones: yet they beholde, and looke vpon me.
18They part my garments among them, and cast lottes vpon my vesture.
19But be thou not farre off, O Lorde, my strength: hasten to helpe me.
20Deliuer my soule from the sword: my desolate soule from the power of the dogge.
12Many yong bulles haue compassed me: mightie bulles of Bashan haue closed me about.
13They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as a ramping and roaring lyon.
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.
9His wrath hath torne me, and hee hateth me, and gnasheth vpon mee with his teeth: mine enemie hath sharpened his eyes against me.
10They haue opened their mouthes vpon me, and smitten me on the cheeke in reproch; they gather themselues together against me.
11God hath deliuered me to the vniust, and hath made mee to turne out of the way by the hands of the wicked.
12I was in welth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, and beaten me, and set me as a marke for himselfe.
13His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
11Because that God hath loosed my corde and humbled mee, they haue loosed the bridle before me.
12The youth rise vp at my right hand: they haue pusht my feete, and haue trode on me as on the paths of their destruction.
13They haue destroyed my paths: they tooke pleasure at my calamitie, they had none helpe.
9From the wicked that oppresse mee, from mine enemies, which compasse me round about for my soule.
6They haue layd a net for my steps: my soule is pressed downe: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the mids of it. Selah.
15But in mine aduersitie they reioyced, and gathered them selues together: the abiects assembled themselues against me, and knewe not: they tare me and ceased not,
16With the false skoffers at bankets, gnashing their teeth against me.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
3Surely he is turned against me: he turneth his hand against me all the day.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall, and labour.
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?
22Let the crye bee heard from their houses, when thou shalt bring an hoste suddenly vpon them: for they haue digged a pit to take me, and hid snares for my feete.
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.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bounde vpon his hand: they are wrapped, and come vp vpon my necke: hee hath made my strength to fall: the Lord hath deliuered me into their hands, neither am I able to rise vp.
2When the wicked, euen mine enemies and my foes came vpon mee to eate vp my flesh; they stumbled and fell.
4Keepe mee, O Lord, from the handes of the wicked: preserue mee from the cruell man, which purposeth to cause my steppes to slide.
5The proude haue layde a snare for me, and spred a nette with cordes in my pathway, and set grennes for me. Selah.
6The sorowes of the graue compassed mee about: the snares of death ouertooke mee.
53They haue shut vp my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone vpon me.
15My times are in thine hande: deliuer mee from the hande of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.
5Mine owne wordes grieue me dayly: all their thoughtes are against me to doe me hurt.
6They gather together, and keepe them selues close: they marke my steps, because they waite for my soule.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with hewen stone, and turned away my paths.
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:
22Why do ye persecute me, as God? & are not satisfied with my flesh?
14O God, the proude are risen against me, and the assemblies of violent men haue sought my soule, and haue not set thee before them.
7All they that see me, haue me in derision: they make a mowe and nod the head, saying,
38I haue wounded them, that they were not able to rise: they are fallen vnder my feete.
17It pearceth my bones in the night, and my sinewes take no rest.
2For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
17They came round about me dayly like water, and compassed me together.
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.
27Thou puttest my feete also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly vnto all my pathes, and makest the print thereof in ye heeles of my feet.
11They haue compassed vs now in our steps: they haue set their eyes to bring downe to the ground:
19All my secret friends abhorred me, & they whome I loued, are turned against me.
22Because I am poore and needie, and mine heart is wounded within me.