Psalms 73:21
Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
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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.
16Then thought I to know this, but it was too painefull for me,
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon 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.
13Hee caused the arrowes of his quiuer to enter into my reines.
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.
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.
4Mine heart failed: fearefulnesse troubled me: the night of my pleasures hath he turned into feare vnto me.
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.
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.
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
13His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
22So foolish was I & ignorant: I was a beast before thee.
27My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
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.
14For dayly haue I bene punished, and chastened euery morning.
2As for me, my feete were almost gone: my steps had welneere slipt.
19Remembring mine affliction, & my mourning, the wormewood and the gall.
20My soule hath them in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
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.
3Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying,
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.
1At this also mine heart is astonied, & is mooued out of his place.
16For God hath softened mine heart, & the Almightie hath troubled me.
3When the snares of death copassed me, and the griefes of the graue caught me: when I founde trouble and sorowe.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
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.
2Proue me, O Lorde, and trie mee: examine my reines, and mine heart.
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.
19Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.
3Though my spirit was in perplexitie in me, yet thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked, haue they priuily layde a snare for me.
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.
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.
7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
11Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
17For his wicked couetousnesse I am angry with him, and haue smitten him: I hid mee and was angry, yet he went away, and turned after the way of his owne heart.
11My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
2For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth 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?
2Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
17The sorowes of mine heart are enlarged: drawe me out of my troubles.