Psalms 39:10
Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
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21Withdrawe thine hande from me, and let not thy feare make me afraide.
1A Psalme of Dauid for remembrance. O Lorde, rebuke mee not in thine anger, neither chastise me in thy wrath.
2For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
11When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. Selah.
7Thou knowest that I can not do wickedly: for none can deliuer me out of thine hand.
8Thine handes haue made me, and fashioned mee wholy rounde about, and wilt thou destroy me?
21Thou turnest thy selfe cruelly against me, and art enemie vnto mee with the strength of thine hand.
8Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish.
9I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it.
11Why withdrawest thou thine hand, euen thy right hand? drawe it out of thy bosome, and consume them.
9That is, that God would destroy me: that he would let his hand go, and cut me off.
13Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
16Thine indignations goe ouer me, and thy feare hath cut me off.
24O Lorde, correct mee, but with iudgement, not in thine anger, least thou bring mee to nothing.
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.
16It is burnt with fire and cut downe: and they perish at the rebuke of thy countenance.
17Let thine hande be vpon the man of thy right hande, and vpon the sonne of man, whome thou madest strong for thine owne selfe.
10Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast heaued me vp, and cast me downe.
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.
1I am the man, that hath seene affliction in the rod of his indignation.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
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.
21Haue pitie vpon me: haue pitie vpon me, (O yee my friendes) for the hande of God hath touched me.
4(For thine hand is heauie vpon me, day and night: and my moysture is turned into ye drought of summer. Selah)
11Let not ye foote of pride come against me, and let not the hand of ye wicked men moue me.
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
4Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
5Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. Selah.
2I will say vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.
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.
17Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
9Hee hath spoyled mee of mine honour, and taken the crowne away from mine head.
34Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his feare astonish me:
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.
19But I was like a lambe, or a bullocke, that is brought to the slaughter, and I knewe not that they had deuised thus against me, saying, Let vs destroy the tree with the fruite thereof, and cut him out of the lande of the liuing, that his name may be no more in memory.
22Let mine arme fal from my shoulder, & mine arme be broken from the bone.
23For Gods punishment was fearefull vnto me, & I could not be deliuered from his highnes.
14Wherefore doe I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my soule in mine hande?
7Thine indignation lyeth vpon me, & thou hast vexed me with all thy waues. Selah.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
9Hide thy face from my sinnes, and put away all mine iniquities.
14For dayly haue I bene punished, and chastened euery morning.
12Mine habitation is departed, and is remoued from me, like a shepheards tent: I haue cut off like a weauer my life: he will cut me off from the height: from day to night, thou wilt make an ende of me.
15My times are in thine hande: deliuer mee from the hande of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.
10They haue opened their mouthes vpon me, and smitten me on the cheeke in reproch; they gather themselues together against me.
19Howe long will it be yer thou depart from me? thou wilt not let me alone whiles I may swallowe my spettle.
3For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
3Ye haue now ten times reproched me, and are not ashamed: ye are impudent toward mee.