Psalms 143:3
For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
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2He droue me foorth and led me, yea into darknesse, but not into light.
3Against me is he turned, he turneth his hande dayly against me.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
5He hath buylded rounde about me, and closed me in with gall and trauaile.
6He hath set me in darknesse, as they that be dead for euer.
7He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, and hath layde heauie linkes vpon me.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
5Then let myne enemie persecute my soule and take me: yea, let hym put me to death, and lay myne honour in the dust. Selah.
2Howe long shall I seke counsayle in my soule, and be so vexed in mine heart euery day? howe long shall myne enemie triumph ouer me?
3Loke downe and heare me O God my Lorde: lighten myne eyes, lest that I sleepe in death.
4Lest myne enemie say, I haue preuayled agaynst hym: lest they that trouble me reioyce yf I shoulde be remoued.
53They haue put downe my life into a pit, and they haue cast stones vpon me.
3For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.
4I am counted as one of them that go downe vnto the pit: and I am nowe become a man that hath no strength.
5I am free among the dead: like such as beyng kylled lye in a graue, whom thou remembrest no more, and are cut away from thy hande.
6Thou hast layde me in the lowest pit: in darknes and in deepenes.
13Though I tary neuer so much, yet the graue is my house, & I haue made my bed in the darke.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
3Deliuer me from the voyce of the enemie, and from the present affliction of the wicked: for they are minded to do me mischiefe, and are set malitiously against me.
4My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
9And they that seeke my soule to oppresse it: shall go vnder the earth.
3When my spirite was ouerwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked they haue priuily layde a snare for me.
10For myne enemies speake against me: and they that lay awayte for my soule take their counsayle together.
3The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,
6My soule hath dwelt long: with hym that hateth peace.
3For straungers are rysen vp against me: and tirauntes whiche haue not the Lorde before their eyes, seeke after my soule. Selah.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
10For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
6They haue prepared a net for my feete, that some man might presse downe my soule: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the midst of it them selues. Selah.
13Haue mercy on me O God: consider the trouble whiche I suffer of them that hate me, lift me vp from the gates of death.
9I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
5But let it be stayned with darknesse and the shadowe of death, let the dimme cloude fall vpon it, whiche may make it terrible as a most bitter day.
7Make speede, hearken vnto me O God, my spirite waxeth faynt: hyde not thy face from me, for I am lyke vnto them that go downe into the pyt.
2For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
3My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
5The panges of a graue haue compassed me about: the snares of death ouertoke me.
3For lo, they lye in wayte for my soule: men of power are gathered together against me who haue committed no wickednes nor fault O God.
21They heare my mournyng, but there is none that wyll comfort me: All myne enemies haue hearde of my trouble, and are glad therof because thou hast done it: and thou hast brought foorth the time which thou calledst, when they also shal be lyke vnto me.
6The sorowes of hell compassed me about, the snares of death ouertoke me.
3Thou God hast raysed vp my soule from the graue: thou hast preserued my life from them that go downe into ye pit.
7Mine eye is almost put out through griefe: and worne out through all mine enemies.
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
14O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?
24Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thyne enemie?
22Yea a lande as darke as darknesse it selfe, and into the shadowe of death where is none order, but the light is there as darknesse.
8He hath hedged vp my way that I can not passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my pathes.