Psalms 6:2
Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
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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.
3The Lord wil stregthen him vpon ye bed of sorow: thou hast turned al his bed in his sicknes.
4Therefore I saide, Lorde haue mercie vpon me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned against thee.
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.
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.
2O Lorde my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored me.
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.
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.
10Heare, O Lorde, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
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,
14Heale me, O Lorde, and I shall bee whole: saue me, and I shall bee saued: for thou art my prayse.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
22Because I am poore and needie, and mine heart is wounded within me.
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.
3There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne.
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.
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.
26Helpe me, O Lord my God: saue me according to thy mercie.
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.
8Make me to heare ioye and gladnes, that the bones, which thou hast broken, may reioyce.
11Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for thy righteousnesse bring my soule out of trouble.
4Then I called vpon the Name of the Lord, saying, I beseech thee, O Lord, deliuer my soule.
5The Lorde is mercifull and righteous, and our God is full of compassion.
6The Lorde preserueth the simple: I was in miserie and he saued me.
13Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
6Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.
3Be mercifull vnto me, O Lord: for I crie vpon thee continually.
7Hearken vnto my voyce, O Lorde, when I crie: haue mercie also vpon mee and heare mee.
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid, when the Prophet Nathan came vnto him, after he had gone in to Bath-sheba. Haue mercie vpon me, O God, according to thy louing kindnes: according to the multitude of thy compassions put away mine iniquities.
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.
1To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of Dauid on Michtam. When he fled from Saul in the caue. Haue mercie vpon me, O God, haue mercie vpon me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and in the shadowe of thy wings wil I trust, till these afflictions ouerpasse.
107I am very sore afflicted: O Lord, quicken me according to thy word.
7I wil be glad and reioyce in thy mercie: for thou hast seene my trouble: thou hast knowen my soule in aduersities,
6I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
13Let it please thee, O Lorde, to deliuer mee: make haste, O Lord, to helpe me.
16Heare me, O Lord, for thy louing kindnes is good: turne vnto me according to ye multitude of thy tender mercies.
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.
28My soule melteth for heauinesse: raise mee vp according vnto thy worde.
76I pray thee that thy mercie may comfort me according to thy promes vnto thy seruant.
2In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.