Jonah 2:4
I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
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2and sayed: In my trouble I called vnto ye LORDE, and he herde me: out off the bely off hell I cried, and thou herdest my voyce.
3Thou haddest cast me downe depe in ye middest off the see, and the floude compased me aboute: yee all thy wawes and rowles of water went ouer me,
5The waters compased me, euen to the very soule: the depe laye aboute me, and the wedes were wrapte aboute myne heade.
6I wente downe to the botome of the hilles, & was barred in with earth for euer. But thou (o LORDE my God) hast brought vp my lyfe agayne out of corrupcion.
7When my soule faynted within me, I thought vpon the LORDE: and my prayer came in vnto the, euen in to thy holy temple.
22Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
53They haue put downe my life in to a pitte, and layed a stone vpon me.
54They poured water vpon my heade, then thought I: now am I vndone.
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.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
15Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the LORDE, for he shal plucke my fete out of ye nett.
16Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
2For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
2I sticke fast in the depe myre, where no grounde is: I am come into depe waters, and the floudes wil drowne me.
14LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
8Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
6Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
7Sela. Thou hast put awaye myne acquataunce farre fro me, & made me to be abhorred of them:
8I am so fast in preson, that I can not get forth.
11Cast me not awaie from thy presence, and take not thy holy sprete fro me.
10And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
1Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
10I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
11I spake within my self: I shal neuer viset the LORDE God in this life: I shal neuer se man, amonge the dwellers of the worlde
8therof yee and that none other mans eye shall se me eny more. For yf thou fasten thine eyes vpon me, I come to naught like
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.
19I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
5For the sorowes of death copased me, and the brokes of Belial made me afrayed.
6The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
4Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
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.
4One thinge haue I desyred of the LORDE, which I wil requyre: namely, that I maye dwell in the house of the LORDE all the dayes of my life, to beholde the fayre beutie of the LORDE, and to vyset his temple.
14I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
8The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
19Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
12Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson?
3And now o LORDE, take my life fro me (I beseke the) for I had rather dye then lyue.
9Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
6So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares.
1My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
17He sent downe from aboue, and receaued me, and drue me out of many waters.
9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
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.
13Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.
13Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
4Fre amoge the deed, like vnto the yt lye in the graue, which be out of remembrauce, and are cutt awaye from thy honde.
2From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble: