Luke 22:44 Cross References - Coverdale

⁴⁴ And it came so, that he wrestled with death, and prayed the longer. And his sweate was like droppes of bloude, runnynge downe to the grounde.

²⁴ and taried him self alone on this syde. Then wrestled there a man with him vntyll the breake of ye daye. ²⁵ And whan he sawe yt he might not ouercome him, he touched the senowe of his thye, and ye senowe of his thye shrancke in wrestlinge with him. ²⁶ And he sayde: Let me go, for ye daye breaketh on. But he answered: I will not let ye go, excepte thou blesse me. ²⁷ He sayde: What is thy name? He answered: Iacob. ²⁸ He sayde: Thou shalt nomore be called Iacob, but Israel, for thou hast stryuen with God and with men, and hast preuayled.

¹ My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health. ² O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.

¹² Greate bulles are come aboute me, fatt oxen close me in on euery syde. ¹³ They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampinge and roaringe lyon. ¹⁴ I 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. ¹⁵ My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death. ¹⁶ For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me. ¹⁷ They pearsed my hondes and my fete, I might haue tolde all my bones: as for them, they stode staringe and lokinge vpon me. ¹⁸ They haue parted my garmentes amonge them, ad cast lottes vpon my vesture. ¹⁹ But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me. ²⁰ Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlinge from the power of the dogge. ²¹ Saue me from the lyons mouth, and heare me fro amonge the hornes off the vnicornes.

¹ I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge. ² He brought me out of the horrible pitte, out of the myre and claye: he set my fete vpo the rocke, and ordred my goinges. ³ He hath put a new songe in my mouth, euen a thankesgeuynge vnto oure God. Many men seynge this, shal feare the LORDE, & put their trust in him.

¹⁴ Heare me (o God) with thy greate mercy & sure helpe. ¹⁵ Take me out of the myre, yt I syncke not: Oh let me be delyuered fro the yt hate me, & out of ye depe waters. ¹⁶ Lest ye water floude drowne me, that the depe swalowe me not vp, & yt the pitte shut not hir mouth vpon me. ¹⁷ Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy. ¹⁸ Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me.

¹ 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. ² For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell. ³ I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth. ⁴ Fre amoge the deed, like vnto the yt lye in the graue, which be out of remembrauce, and are cutt awaye from thy honde. ⁵ Thou hast layed me in the lowest pytte, in ye darcknesse and in the depe. ⁶ Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes. ⁷ Sela. Thou hast put awaye myne acquataunce farre fro me, & made me to be abhorred of them: ⁸ I am so fast in preson, that I can not get forth. ⁹ My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the. ¹⁰ Doest thou shewe wonders amonge the deed? Can the physicias rayse them vp agayne, that they maye prayse the? ¹¹ Maye thy louynge kyndnes be shewed in the graue, or thy faithfulnesse in destruccion? ¹² Maye thy wonderous workes be knowne in the darcke, or thy righteousnes in the londe where all thinges are forgotte? ¹³ Vnto the I crie (o LORDE) and early cometh my prayer before the. ¹⁴ LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me? ¹⁵ My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens. ¹⁶ Thy wroth full displeasure goeth ouer me, the feare of the oppresseth me. ¹⁷ They come rounde aboute me daylie like water, and compase me together on euery syde. ¹⁸ My louers and fredes hast thou put awaye fro me, and turned awaye myne acquantaunce.

¹ Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce. ² Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.

⁶ I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe. ⁷ Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.

¹⁰ Yet hath it pleased ye LORDE to smyte him with infirmite, that when he had made his soule an offeringe for synne, he might se a loge lastinge sede. And this device of the LORDE shal prospere in his honde.

¹² O ye all that go fore by, beholde and se, yf there be eny sorowe like vnto myne, wherwith the LORDE hath troubled me, in the daye of his fearefull wrath.

⁵³ They haue put downe my life in to a pitte, and layed a stone vpon me. ⁵⁴ They poured water vpon my heade, then thought I: now am I vndone. ⁵⁵ I called vpon thy name (O LORDE) out of the depe pitte. ⁵⁶ Thou hast herde my voyce, & hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my sighinge and crienge.

² and 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. ³ Thou 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,

²⁷ Now is my soule heuy, and what shal I saye? Father, helpe me out of this houre. But therfore am I come in to this houre.

³² Which spared not his owne sonne, but hath geuen him for vs all: how shal he not with him geue vs all thinges also?

⁷ And in ye dayes of his fleshe, he offred vp prayers & supplicacions, wt stroge cryenge & teares vnto him yt was able to saue him fro death: & was herde also, because he had God in honoure.