Psalms 38:6
I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
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7For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
8I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
9Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
10My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
17Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
18Because I confesse my wickednesse: and am sory for my sinne.
20Consider (O Lorde) howe I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my heart turneth about in me, and I am full of heauinesse, because I rebelled stubburnly: the sworde hurteth me without, and within I am lyke vnto death.
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.
2For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
3There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne.
4For my manyfolde wickednes is gone ouer my head: and like a sore burthen is to heauie for me to beare.
5My woundes stinke and are corrupt: through my foolishnes.
27My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.
28I went mourning without heate, I stoode vp in the congregation, & communed with them.
14All the day long I haue ben scourged: and chastened euery mornyng.
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.
14Then chattered I lyke a swallowe, and lyke a crane, and mourned lyke a doue, I lift vp mine eyes into the heyght: O Lorde sayde my sicknesse kepeth me downe, ease thou me.
15What shall I say? The Lorde hath made a promise to me, yea and he hym selfe hath perfourmed it: I shall therefore so long as I lyue remember this bitternesse of my lyfe.
6I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares.
15I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
16My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
19Alas howe am I hurt? alas howe paynefull are my scourges vnto me? for I consider this sorowe by my selfe, and I must suffer it.
22Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
14I am as it were into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
18For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold 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.
2Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
3My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
14I kept them company whersoeuer they went, as though they had ben my frende or brother: I went heauyly, as one that mourned for his mother.
4My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
3For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
7Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
15I am in miserie, I labour euen from my youth with the panges of death: I haue suffered thy terrours, and I am styll in doubt.
14I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songues vpon me all the day long.
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.
1I am the man that thorowe the rodde of his wrath haue experience of miserie.
2Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
9My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.
21Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
3The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,
20Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me.
20Reproofe hath broke my heart a peeces, I am full of heauinesse: I loked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none, and for some that shoulde comfort me, but I coulde fynde none.
3Against me is he turned, he turneth his hande dayly against me.
6But as for me I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of men, and an outcast of the people.