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OVt of the deepe haue I called vnto thee, O Lord: Lord heare my voice.
O let thine eares consi∣der well the voice of my complaint.
If thou (O Lord) straitly markest iniquities: O Lord, who shall stand, or who shall be able to abide it?
(For sure and certaine it is) that the vngodly shall not bee able to stand in iudgement: neither the sinners in the Congregati∣on of the righteous.
O Lord, rebuke me not (therefore) in thine indig∣nation: neither chasten me in thy displeasure.
Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lord, for I am weake: O Lord heale mee, for my bones are vexed.
My soule also is sore troubled: but Lord how long wilt thou punish me?
Turne thee (O Lord) and deliuer my soule: O saue mee for thy mercies sake.
For in death no man re∣membreth thee: and who shall giue thee thankes in the pit?
I am wearie of my gro∣ning,
euery night wash I my bed: and water my couch with my teares.
My God, my God, looke vpon mee, why hast thou forsaken mee: and art so farre from my health, and from the words of my complaint?
O my God, I crie in the day time, but thou hearest not: and in the night sea∣son also I take no rest.
But thou art hee that tooke me out of my mo∣thers wombe: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet vpon my mothers brests.
I haue beene left vnto
thee, euer sithence I was borne: thou art my God euen from my mothers wombe.
O go not from me then, for trouble is hard at hand: and there is none to helpe me.
I am powred out like wa∣ter, all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also in the middest of my bodie, is euen like melting Wax.
My strength is dried vp like a pot-sheard: and my tongue cleaueth to my gummes.
Turne thee (therefore) vnto mee (O Lord) and haue mercie vpon me: for I
am desolate and in misery.
The sorrowes of my heart are inlarged: O bring thou me out of al my trou∣bles.
Looke vpon mine aduer∣sitie and miserie: and for∣giue me all my sinne.
How long wilt thou for∣get me (O Lord) for euer? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
How long shall I seeke counsel in my soule, and be so vexed in my heart?
The paines of hell came about mee: the snares of death ouertooke me.
But in my trouble will I call vpon the Lord: and
complaine vnto my God.
So shall hee heare my voice out of his holy Tem∣ple: and my complaint shal come before him, it shall enter euen into his eares.
O Lord, let it be thy plea∣sure to deliuer mee: Make haste, O Lord, to help me.
For innumerable trou∣bles are come about mee, my sinnes haue taken such hold vpon mee, that I am not able to looke vp: yea, they are more in number, then the haires of my head, and my heart hath failed mee.
presseth mee sore.
There is no health in my flesh, because of thy dis∣pleasure: neither is there any rest in my bones, by reason of my sinne.
For my wickednesses are gone ouer my head: and are like a sore burthen too heauie for me to beare.
I am feeble & sore smit∣ten: I haue rored for the verie disquietnesse of my heart.
Lord, thou knowest all my desire: and my groning is not hid from thee.
My heart panteth, my strength hath failed mee: and the sight of mine eyes
is gone from mee.
Take thy plague away from mee (O Lord) I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hand.
(For) when thou with re∣bukes doest chasten man for sinne, thou makest his beautie to consume away, like as it were a moth sret∣ting a garment: euery man therefore is but vanitie.
O spare mee a little (O Lord) that I may recouer my strength, before I goe hence, & be no more seene.
O tarry thou the Lords leisure: be strong, & he shal comfort thine heart, & put thou thy trust in the Lord.
Glory be to the Father, &c. As it was in the &c.
Psal. 130.
Psal. 1.
Psal. 6.
Psal. 22.
Psal. 25.
Psal. 13.
Psal. 18.
Psal. 40.
Psal. 38.
Psal. 39.
Psal. 27.