Psalms 38:8
I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
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2For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
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.
5My woundes are putrified, and corrupt because of my foolishnes.
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.
9Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
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.
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.
22Because I am poore and needie, and mine heart is wounded within me.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
18When I declare my paine, and am sory for my sinne,
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.
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.
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon 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?
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
19My bely, my bely, I am pained, euen at the very heart: mine heart is troubled within me: I cannot be still: for my soule hath heard the sounde of the trumpet, and the alarme of the battell.
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
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.
3When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
13I rekoned to the morning: but he brake all my bones, like a lion: from day to night wilt thou make an ende of me.
14Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourne as a doue: mine eies were lift vp on high: O Lord, it hath oppressed me, comfort 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.
20Rebuke hath broken mine heart, and I am full of heauinesse, and I looked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none: and for comforters, but I found none.
15I am afflicted and at the point of death: from my youth I suffer thy terrours, doubting of my life.
24For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
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.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
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.
27My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
28I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
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.
3Therefore are my loynes filled with sorow: sorowes haue taken me as the sorowes of a woman that trauayleth: I was bowed downe when I heard it, and I was amased when I sawe it.
1At this also mine heart is astonied, & is mooued out of his place.
3For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
3I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
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.
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.
2Hearken vnto me, & answere me: I mourne in my prayer, and make a noyse,