Psalms 38:2
For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
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3There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne.
4For mine iniquities are gone ouer mine head, and as a weightie burden they are too heauie for me.
1A Psalme of Dauid for remembrance. O Lorde, rebuke mee not in thine anger, neither chastise me in thy wrath.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
12He hath bent his bow & made me a marke for the arrow.
13Hee caused the arrowes of his quiuer to enter into my reines.
10Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
4For the arrowes of the Almightie are in me, the venime whereof doeth drinke vp my spirit, and the terrours of God fight against me.
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.
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
7For my reines are full of burning, and there is nothing sound in my flesh.
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.
5Thine arrowes are sharpe to pearce the heart of the Kings enemies: therefore the people shall fall vnder thee.
17It pearceth my bones in the night, and my sinewes take no rest.
18For the great vehemencie is my garment changed, which compasseth me about as the colar of my coate.
4(For thine hand is heauie vpon me, day and night: and my moysture is turned into ye drought of summer. Selah)
16Thine indignations goe ouer me, and thy feare hath cut me off.
7Thine indignation lyeth vpon me, & thou hast vexed me with all thy waues. Selah.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
4It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.
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.
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.
21Thou turnest thy selfe cruelly against me, and art enemie vnto mee with the strength of thine hand.
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.
16For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete.
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.
1To him that excelleth on Neginoth vpon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. O lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chastise me in thy wrath.
2Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
10Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast heaued me vp, and cast me downe.
5Thou holdest mee straite behinde and before, and layest thine hand vpon me.
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon 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.
13Thou hast thrust sore at me, that I might fall: but the Lord hath holpen me.
8And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
34He teacheth mine hands to fight: so that a bowe of brasse is broken with mine armes.
35He teacheth mine handes to fight, so that a bowe of brasse is broken with mine armes.
39For thou hast girded me with strength to battell: them, that rose against me, thou hast subdued vnder me.
2For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou put me away? why goe I so mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
10My bones are cut asunder, while mine enemies reproch me, saying dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?
22Why do ye persecute me, as God? & are not satisfied with my flesh?
4Drawe mee out of the nette, that they haue layde priuilie for mee: for thou art my strength.
26For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possesse the iniquities of my youth.