Psalms 6:6 Cross References - Coverdale

⁶ I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.

³ Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes longe (but in vayne) and many a carefull night haue I tolde.

¹ it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,

²⁰ My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God.

² My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.

⁹ LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.

¹² Sela. Heare my prayer o LORDE, and considre my callinge: shewe not thy self as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme with the, as all my forefathers were.

³ Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.

³ I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.

² In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte. ³ When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake. ⁴ Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake, ⁵ Then remembred I the tymes of olde, & the yeares that were past. ⁶ I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete. ⁷ Wil the LORDE cast out for euer? Wil he be nomore intreated? ⁸ Is his mercy cleane gone? Is his promyse come vtterly to an ende for euermore? ⁹ Hath the LORDE forgotten to be gracious? Or, hath he shut vp his louynge kyndnesse in displeasure?

⁹ My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.

³ For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande. ⁴ My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred. ⁵ For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.

⁴ Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate. ⁵ Yet do I remebre the tymes past, I muse vpo all yi workes, yee I exercise my self in the workes of thy hondes. 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.

¹⁷ This shalt thou saye also vnto them: Myne eyes shal wepe without ceassinge daye & night. For my people shalbe dtstroyed with greate harme, and shall perish with a greate plage.

² She wepeth sore in the night, so that ye teares runne downe hir chekes: for amonge all hir louers, there is none, that geueth her eny comforte: yee hir nexte frendes abhorre her, & are become hir enemies.

¹⁶ Therfore do I wepe, and myne eyes gusshe out of water: for the coforter that shulde quycken me, is farre fro me. My children are dryuen awaye, for why? the enemie hath gotten the ouer honde.

¹¹ Myne eyes begynne to fayle me thorow wepinge, my body is disquieted, my leuer is poured vpon the earth, for the greate hurte of my people, seynge the children and babes dyd swowne in the stretes of the cite.

¹⁸ Let thine hert crie vnto the LORDE, O thou cite of the doughter Sion: let thy teares rune downe like a ryuer daye & night: rest not, & let not the aple of thine eye leaue of. ¹⁹ Stonde vp, and make thy prayer in the first watch of the night, poure out thine hert like water before the LORDE: lift vp thine hondes, for the lyues of thy yonge children, that dye of honger in the stretes.

⁴⁸ Whole ryuers of water gu?she out of myne eyes, for the greate hurte of my people. ⁴⁹ Myne eyes runne, and can not ceasse, for there is no rest. ⁵⁰ O LORDE, when wilt thou loke downe fro heauen, and considre?

³⁸ & stode behynde at his fete, and wepte, and beganne to water his fete with teares, and to drye the wt the hayres of hir heade, and kyssed his fete, & anoynted the with oyntmet.