Psalms 88:15
I am afflicted and at the point of death: from my youth I suffer thy terrours, doubting of my life.
I am afflicted and at the point of death: from my youth I suffer thy terrours, doubting of my life.
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16Thine indignations goe ouer me, and thy feare hath cut me off.
14Lorde, why doest thou reiect my soule, and hidest thy face from me?
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
5Feare and trembling are come vpon mee, and an horrible feare hath couered me.
3For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
4I am counted among them that go downe vnto the pit, and am as a man without strength:
6Thou hast layde me in the lowest pit, in darkenes, and in the deepe.
7Thine indignation lyeth vpon me, & thou hast vexed me with all thy waues. Selah.
8Thou hast put away mine acquaintance farre from me, and made mee to be abhorred of them: I am shut vp, and cannot get foorth.
9Mine eye is sorowfull through mine affliction: Lorde, I call dayly vpon thee: I stretch out mine hands vnto thee.
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
3When the snares of death copassed me, and the griefes of the graue caught me: when I founde trouble and sorowe.
15Feare is turned vpon mee: and they pursue my soule as the winde, and mine health passeth away as a cloude.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on 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.
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,
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.
4The sorowes of death compassed me, and the floods of wickednes made me afraide.
5The sorowes of the graue haue compassed me about: the snares of death ouertooke me.
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.
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.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
12Mine habitation is departed, and is remoued from me, like a shepheards tent: I haue cut off like a weauer my life: he will cut me off from the height: from day to night, thou wilt make an ende of me.
10Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
12For innumerable troubles haue compassed mee: my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me, that I am not able to looke vp: yea, they are moe in nomber then the heares of mine head: therefore mine heart hath failed me.
1A song of degrees. They haue often times afflicted me from my youth (may Israel nowe say)
2They haue often times afflicted me fro my youth: but they could not preuaile against me.
18The Lorde hath chastened me sore, but he hath not deliuered me to death.
14For dayly haue I bene punished, and chastened euery morning.
5For the pangs of death haue compassed me: the floods of vngodlinesse haue made mee afrayd.
6The sorowes of the graue compassed mee about: the snares of death ouertooke mee.
28Then I am afrayd of all my sorowes, knowing that thou wilt not iudge me innocent.
22Because I am poore and needie, and mine heart is wounded within me.
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.
15Therefore I am troubled at his presence, & in considering it, I am afraid of him.
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
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.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bounde vpon his hand: they are wrapped, and come vp vpon my necke: hee hath made my strength to fall: the Lord hath deliuered me into their hands, neither am I able to rise vp.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
107I am very sore afflicted: O Lord, quicken me according to thy word.
1I am the man, that hath seene affliction in the rod of his indignation.
10I saide in the cutting off of my dayes, I shall goe to the gates of the graue: I am depriued of the residue of my yeeres.
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?
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.
15Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.