Psalms 88:3
For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
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4I am counted among them that go downe vnto the pit, and am as a man without strength:
5Free among the dead, like the slaine lying in the graue, whome thou remembrest no more, and they are cut off from thine hand.
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.
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.
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.
14Lorde, why doest thou reiect my soule, and hidest thy face from me?
15I am afflicted and at the point of death: from my youth I suffer thy terrours, doubting of my life.
16Thine indignations goe ouer me, and thy feare hath cut me off.
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.
5The sorowes of the graue haue compassed me about: the snares of death ouertooke me.
1A song or Psalme of Heman the Ezrahite to giue instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah for him that excelleth vpon Malath Leannoth. O Lorde God of my saluation, I cry day and night before thee.
2Let my prayer enter into thy presence: incline thine eare vnto my cry.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
6The sorowes of the graue compassed mee about: the snares of death ouertooke mee.
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.
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
7Heare me speedily, O Lorde, for my spirit fayleth: hide not thy face from me, els I shall be like vnto them that go downe into the pit.
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.
9Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
17The sorowes of mine heart are enlarged: drawe me out of my troubles.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
22So his soule draweth to the graue, and his life to the buriers.
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.
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,
5The waters compassed me about vnto the soule: the depth closed me rounde about, and the weedes were wrapt about mine head.
6I went downe to the bottome of the moutaines: the earth with her barres was about me for euer, yet hast thou brought vp my life from the pit, O Lorde my God.
2Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. Selah.
18Draw neere vnto my soule and redeeme it: deliuer me because of mine enemies.
3O Lorde, thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue: thou hast reuiued me from them that goe downe into the pit.
1To him that excelleth vpon Shoshannim. A Psalme of Dauid. Saue mee, O God: for the waters are entred euen to my soule.
2I sticke fast in the deepe myre, where no staie is: I am come into deepe waters, and the streames runne ouer me.
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.
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.
9Therefore they that seeke my soule to destroy it, they shall goe into the lowest partes of the earth.
4For mine iniquities are gone ouer mine head, and as a weightie burden they are too heauie for me.
13For great is thy mercie toward me, & thou hast deliuered my soule from the lowest graue.
15Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.
13Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke.
11Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for thy righteousnesse bring my soule out of trouble.
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.
2I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.
53They haue shut vp my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone vpon me.