Psalms 6:3
My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
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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.
4Returne, O Lord: deliuer my soule: saue me for thy mercies sake.
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?
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.
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.
2Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
2In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
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.
3For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
46Lord, howe long wilt thou hide thy selfe, for euer? shall thy wrath burne like fire?
3When the snares of death copassed me, and the griefes of the graue caught me: when I founde trouble and sorowe.
4Then I called vpon the Name of the Lord, saying, I beseech thee, O Lord, deliuer my soule.
11Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for thy righteousnesse bring my soule out of trouble.
1A Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lorde, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise against 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.
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
4Therefore I saide, Lorde haue mercie vpon me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned against thee.
6I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
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.
2My soule longeth, yea, and fainteth for the courtes of the Lord: for mine heart and my flesh reioyce in the liuing God.
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
3Be mercifull vnto me, O Lord: for I crie vpon thee continually.
14Lorde, why doest thou reiect my soule, and hidest thy face from me?
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.
7I wil be glad and reioyce in thy mercie: for thou hast seene my trouble: thou hast knowen my soule in aduersities,
5Lord, howe long wilt thou be angrie, for euer? shall thy gelousie burne like fire?
6I stretch forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. Selah.
3Lord how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph?
28My soule melteth for heauinesse: raise mee vp according vnto thy worde.
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,
4O Lord God of hostes, how long wilt thou be angrie against the prayer of thy people?
19Howe long will it be yer thou depart from me? thou wilt not let me alone whiles I may swallowe my spettle.
7Returne vnto thy rest, O my soule: for the Lord hath bene beneficiall vnto thee,
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.
6My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
20My soule hath them in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
1My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
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 Lorde my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored me.
13Returne (O Lord, howe long?) and be pacified toward thy seruants.
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.