Psalms 42:3
My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
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4When I remembred these things, I powred out my very heart, because I had gone with the multitude, and ledde them into the House of God with the voyce of singing, and prayse, as a multitude that keepeth a feast.
5Why art thou cast downe, my soule, and vnquiet within me? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes for the helpe of his presence.
6My God, my soule is cast downe within me, because I remember thee, from the land of Iorden, and Hermonim, and from the mount Mizar.
7One deepe calleth another deepe by the noyse of thy water spoutes: all thy waues and thy floods are gone ouer me.
8The Lorde will graunt his louing kindenesse in the day, and in the night shall I sing of him, euen a prayer vnto the God of my life.
9I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
10My bones are cut asunder, while mine enemies reproch me, saying dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?
11Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I wil yet giue him thankes: he is my present helpe, and my God.
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme to giue instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah. As the harte brayeth for the riuers of water, so panteth my soule after thee, O God.
2My soule thirsteth for God, euen for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before the presence of God?
24For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
3I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
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?
2O my God, I crie by day, but thou hearest not, and by night, but haue no audience.
9Surely I haue eaten asshes as bread, and mingled my drinke with weeping,
2For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou put me away? why goe I so mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
2In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
20My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.
5Thou hast fedde them with the bread of teares, and giuen them teares to drinke with great measure.
12Heare my prayer, O Lord, & hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wilt thou forget me, O Lord, for euer? howe long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
2How long shall I take counsell within my selfe, hauing wearinesse dayly in mine heart? how long shall mine enemie be exalted aboue me?
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:
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
6I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
7Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.
8Thou hast counted my wandrings: put my teares into thy bottel: are they not in thy register?
82Mine eyes faile for thy promes, saying, when wilt thou comfort me?
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.
16For these things I weepe: mine eye, euen mine eye casteth out water, because the comforter that should refresh my soule, is farre from me: my children are desolate, because the enemie preuailed.
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.
3When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
4(For thine hand is heauie vpon me, day and night: and my moysture is turned into ye drought of summer. Selah)
1A song or Psalme of Heman the Ezrahite to giue instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah for him that excelleth vpon Malath Leannoth. O Lorde God of my saluation, I cry day and night before thee.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
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.
12Haue ye no regarde, all yee that passe by this way? behold, and see, if there be any sorowe like vnto my sorowe, which is done vnto mee, wherewith the Lord hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce wrath.
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.
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
4Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
28I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
9Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
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.
49Mine eye droppeth without stay and ceaseth not,
9Mine eye is sorowfull through mine affliction: Lorde, I call dayly vpon thee: I stretch out mine hands vnto thee.