Psalms 77:3
I did thinke vpon God, & was troubled: I praied, and my spirit was full of anguish. Selah.
I did thinke vpon God, & was troubled: I praied, and my spirit was full of anguish. Selah.
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1 For the excellent musitian Ieduthun. A Psalme committed to Asaph. My voyce came to God, when I cryed: my voyce came to God, and he heard me.
2 In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
4 Thou keepest mine eyes waking: I was astonied and could not speake.
19 Remembring mine affliction, & my mourning, the wormewood and the gall.
20 My soule hath them in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
6 I called to remembrance my song in the night: I communed with mine owne heart, and my spirit searched diligently.
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
5 Yet doe I remember the time past: I meditate in all thy workes, yea, I doe meditate in the workes of thine hands.
26 I had no peace, neither had I quietnesse, neither had I rest, yet trouble is come.
7 When my soule fainted within me, I remembred the Lorde: and my prayer came vnto thee, into thine holy Temple.
2 I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.
3 Though 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.
9 Hath God forgotten to be mercifull? hath he shut vp his teder mercies in displeasure? Selah.
10 And I sayde, This is my death: yet I remembred the yeeres of the right hand of the most High.
3 My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
4 When 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.
5 Why 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.
6 My God, my soule is cast downe within me, because I remember thee, from the land of Iorden, and Hermonim, and from the mount Mizar.
3 When 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)
1 A Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lorde, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise against me?
2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. Selah.
27 My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
9 I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, & he heard me out of his holy mountaine. Selah.
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
3 When the snares of death copassed me, and the griefes of the graue caught me: when I founde trouble and sorowe.
6 I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
21 Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
15 Therefore I am troubled at his presence, & in considering it, I am afraid of him.
16 For God hath softened mine heart, & the Almightie hath troubled me.
8 I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
17 Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
3 I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
9 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
6 Euen when I remember, I am afrayde, and feare taketh hold on my flesh.
4 Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
1 My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
5 Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes, he is my present helpe, and my God.
3 My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
24 For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
6 When I remember thee on my bedde, and when I thinke vpon thee in the night watches.
11 Why 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.
11 Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
7 For thou Lord of thy goodnes hadest made my mountaine to stande strong: but thou didest hide thy face, and I was troubled.
20 Behold, 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.
27 If I say, I wil forget my complaynt, I will cease from my wrath, and comfort mee,
2 I was dumme & spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.
3 For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.