Psalms 25:17
The sorowes of mine heart are enlarged: drawe me out of my troubles.
The sorowes of mine heart are enlarged: drawe me out of my troubles.
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16Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.
18Looke vpon mine affliction and my trauel, and forgiue all my sinnes.
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.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
7I wil be glad and reioyce in thy mercie: for thou hast seene my trouble: thou hast knowen my soule in aduersities,
13Haue 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,
11Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for thy righteousnesse bring my soule out of trouble.
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.
13Let it please thee, O Lorde, to deliuer mee: make haste, O Lord, to helpe me.
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
3For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
20Which hast shewed me great troubles and aduersities, but thou wilt returne, and reuiue me, and wilt come againe, and take mee vp from the depth of the earth.
1A song of degrees. Ovt of the deepe places haue I called vnto thee, O Lord.
3When the snares of death copassed me, and the griefes of the graue caught me: when I founde trouble and sorowe.
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
9Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
22Because I am poore and needie, and mine heart is wounded within me.
10Heare, O Lorde, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.
5I called vpon the Lord in trouble, & the Lord heard me, and set me at large.
2I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.
1A Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lorde, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise against me?
19But be thou not farre off, O Lorde, my strength: hasten to helpe me.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
1A song of degrees. I called vnto the Lorde in my trouble, and hee heard me.
20And brought me foorth into a large place: he deliuered me, because he fauoured me.
1To him that excelleth on Neginoth. A Psalme of Dauid. Heare me when I call, O God of my righteousnes: thou hast set me at libertie, when I was in distresse: haue mercie vpon me & hearken vnto my prayer.
17And hide not thy face from thy seruant, for I am in trouble: make haste and heare me.
18Draw neere vnto my soule and redeeme it: deliuer me because of mine enemies.
28Then they crie vnto the Lord in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresse.
28My soule melteth for heauinesse: raise mee vp according vnto thy worde.
22Deliuer Israel, O God, out of all his troubles.
6Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.
2Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
4Returne, O Lord: deliuer my soule: saue me for thy mercies sake.
143Trouble and anguish are come vpon me: yet are thy commandements my delite.
26Helpe me, O Lord my God: saue me according to thy mercie.
4Drawe mee out of the nette, that they haue layde priuilie for mee: for thou art my strength.
19Hee brought mee foorth also into a large place: hee deliuered mee because hee fauoured me.
11Be not farre from me, because trouble is neere: for there is none to helpe me.
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
15My times are in thine hande: deliuer mee from the hande of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.
1A Psalme of Dauid. Vnto thee, O Lorde, lift I vp my soule.
50It is my comfort in my trouble: for thy promes hath quickened me.
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?
2In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
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.