Psalms 143:4
Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
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3For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
4Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
3I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
4Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
14I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
4My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
5For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
10My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
20Considre (O LORDE) how I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my herte turneth aboute in me, and I am full of heuynes. The swearde hurteth me without, and within I am like vnto death.
9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
10Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
21Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
8I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
7And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
6He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
4Myne herte paunted, I trembled for feare. The darcknesse made me fearfull in my mynde.
5O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
6My God, my soule is vexed within me: therfore I remebre the londe of Iordane, & the litle hill of Hermonim. One depe calleth another wt the voyce of thy whystles, all thy wawes & water floudes are gone ouer me.
7The LORDE hath promised his louynge kyndnesse daylie, therfore wil I prayse him in the night season, and make my prayer vnto ye God of my life.
1My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
2Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?
20Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
12For innumerable troubles are come aboute me: my synnes haue taken soch holde vpon me, that I am not able to loke vp: yee they are mo in nombre then the hayres of my heade, and my hert hath fayled me.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
18I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
22I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
7Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
3When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
3I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.
4Fre amoge the deed, like vnto the yt lye in the graue, which be out of remembrauce, and are cutt awaye from thy honde.
1it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,
16Therfore do I wepe, and myne eyes gusshe out of water: for the coforter that shulde quycken me, is farre fro me. My children are dryuen awaye, for why? the enemie hath gotten the ouer honde.
16Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
6I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
12My stregth fayleth me because of my aduersite, and my bones are corrupte.
11My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
3My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
1My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
4I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
7My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
16For in so moch as he is God, he maketh my herte soft: and seynge that he is Allmightie, he putteth me in feare.
4My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
53They haue put downe my life in to a pitte, and layed a stone vpon me.
15What shal I speake or say, ethat he maye this doo? yt I maye lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my life?
17I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.