📖 Psalms 88
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O Lorde God my Sauyor, I crie daye & night before the: Oh let my prayer entre in to thy presence, encline thine eare vnto my callynge.
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For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell.
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I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.
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Fre amoge the deed, like vnto the yt lye in the graue, which be out of remembrauce, and are cutt awaye from thy honde.
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Thou hast layed me in the lowest pytte, in ye darcknesse and in the depe.
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Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
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Sela. Thou hast put awaye myne acquataunce farre fro me, & made me to be abhorred of them:
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I am so fast in preson, that I can not get forth.
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My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.
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Doest thou shewe wonders amonge the deed? Can the physicias rayse them vp agayne, that they maye prayse the?
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Maye thy louynge kyndnes be shewed in the graue, or thy faithfulnesse in destruccion?
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Maye thy wonderous workes be knowne in the darcke, or thy righteousnes in the londe where all thinges are forgotte?
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Vnto the I crie (o LORDE) and early cometh my prayer before the.
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LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
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My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.
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Thy wroth full displeasure goeth ouer me, the feare of the oppresseth me.
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They come rounde aboute me daylie like water, and compase me together on euery syde.
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My louers and fredes hast thou put awaye fro me, and turned awaye myne acquantaunce.