A Psalme of Dauid for remembrance.
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O Lorde, rebuke mee not in thine anger, neither chastise me in thy wrath.
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For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
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There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne.
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For mine iniquities are gone ouer mine head, and as a weightie burden they are too heauie for me.
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My woundes are putrified, and corrupt because of my foolishnes.
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I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
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For my reines are full of burning, and there is nothing sound in my flesh.
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I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
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Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
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Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
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My louers and my friends stand aside from my plague, and my kinsmen stand a farre off.
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They also, that seeke after my life, laye snares, and they that go about to do me euil, talke wicked things and imagine deceite continually.
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But I as a deafe man heard not, and am as a dumme man, which openeth not his mouth.
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Thus am I as a man, that heareth not, and in whose mouth are no reproofes.
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For on thee, O Lord, do I waite: thou wilt heare me, my Lord, my God.
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For I said, Heare me, least they reioyce ouer me: for when my foote slippeth, they extol themselues against me.
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Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
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When I declare my paine, and am sory for my sinne,
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Then mine enemies are aliue & are mightie, and they that hate me wrongfully are many.
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They also, that rewarde euill for good, are mine aduersaries, because I followe goodnesse.
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Forsake me not, O Lord: be not thou farre from me, my God.
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Haste thee to helpe mee, O my Lorde, my saluation.