Psalms 77:4
Thou keepest mine eyes waking: I was astonied and could not speake.
Thou keepest mine eyes waking: I was astonied and could not speake.
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2In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
3I did thinke vpon God, & was troubled: I praied, and my spirit was full of anguish. Selah.
4Nor suffer mine eyes to sleepe, nor mine eye lids to slumber,
3Beholde, and heare mee, O Lord my God: lighten mine eyes, that I sleepe not in death:
4Lest mine enemie say, I haue preuailed against him: and they that afflict me, reioyce when I slide.
5Then I considered the daies of olde, and the yeeres of ancient time.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
148Mine eyes preuent the night watches to meditate in thy word.
82Mine eyes faile for thy promes, saying, when wilt thou comfort me?
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.
7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
19Howe long will it be yer thou depart from me? thou wilt not let me alone whiles I may swallowe my spettle.
4If I layed me downe, I sayde, When shall I arise? and measuring the euening I am euen full with tossing to and fro vnto the dawning of the day.
2O my God, I crie by day, but thou hearest not, and by night, but haue no audience.
3I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
2I was dumme & spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.
26I had no peace, neither had I quietnesse, neither had I rest, yet trouble is come.
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)
13In the thoughtes of ye visions of the night, when sleepe falleth on men,
49Mine eye droppeth without stay and ceaseth not,
12Am I a sea or a whalefish, that thou keepest me in warde?
15Therefore I am troubled at his presence, & in considering it, I am afraid of him.
16For God hath softened mine heart, & the Almightie hath troubled me.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
16Then stoode one, and I knewe not his face: an image was before mine eyes, and in silence heard I a voyce, saying,
9Mine eye is sorowfull through mine affliction: Lorde, I call dayly vpon thee: I stretch out mine hands vnto thee.
7For thou Lord of thy goodnes hadest made my mountaine to stande strong: but thou didest hide thy face, and I was troubled.
5I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
1A song of degrees. I lift vp mine eyes to thee, that dwellest in the heauens.
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
2I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.
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.
22Though I said in mine haste, I am cast out of thy sight, yet thou heardest the voyce of my prayer, when I cryed vnto thee.
8But mine eyes looke vnto thee, O Lord God: in thee is my trust: leaue not my soule destitute.
14Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourne as a doue: mine eies were lift vp on high: O Lord, it hath oppressed me, comfort me.
4They runne and prepare themselues without a fault on my part: arise therefore to assist me, and beholde.
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
6When I remember thee on my bedde, and when I thinke vpon thee in the night watches.
40I was in the day consumed with heate, and with frost in the night, and my sleepe departed from mine eyes.
22Thou hast seene it, O Lorde: keepe not silence: be not farre from me, O Lord.
8Thou hast counted my wandrings: put my teares into thy bottel: are they not in thy register?
4He hath sayde, which heard the wordes of God, and sawe the vision of the Almightie, and falling in a traunce had his eyes opened:
27My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
4Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
14Then fearest thou me with dreames, and astonishest me with visions.
4Giue no sleepe to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids.
4Mine heart failed: fearefulnesse troubled me: the night of my pleasures hath he turned into feare vnto me.