Psalms 143:3 Cross References - Great

³ For the enemy hath persecuted my soule: he hath smyten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layed me in the darcknes, as the men that haue bene longe deed.

²² And Abner sayde agayne to Asahel departe fro me. Wherfore shulde I smyte the to the grounde, and not be able to holde vp my face to Ioab, thy brother?

¹¹ and Ioab sayde vnto the man that tolde him. Yf thou dydest se hym, why dydest not thou there smyte him to the ground, & I wold haue geuen the ten sicles of siluer, & a girdle?

¹ Sigaion of Dauid, which he sang vnto the Lord in the busynes of Thus the sonne of Iemini. O Lorde my God, in the haue I put my trust: saue me from all them that persecute me, & delyuer me. ² Lest he deuoure my soule lyke a lyon, and teare it in peces, whyle there is none to helpe.

⁵ Then lett myne enemye persecute my soule, and take me: ye let hym treade my lyfe downe vpon the earth, & laye myne honoure in the dust. Sela.

⁹ From the vngodly that trouble me: mine enemies compasse me round about, to take awaye my soule. ¹⁰ They are enclosed in their awne fatt: & their mouth speaketh proude thinges. ¹¹ They lye waytynge in oure waye on euery syde, turnynge their eyes downe to the grounde. ¹² Lyke as a lyon that is gredy of hys praye, and as it were a lyons whelpe lurcking in secrete places. ¹³ Up Lorde, disapoynte hym, and cast hym downe: delyuer my soule from the vngodly which is as a swearde of thyne.

¹² My strength fayleth me because of myne iniquite, and my bones are corrupte. ¹³ I became a reprofe amonge all myne enemyes, but specially amonge my neyghbours, and they of myne acquayntaunce were afrayed of me: & they that dyd se me without, conueyed them selues fro me.

⁴ Let them be confounded and put to shame, that seke after my soule: let them be turned backe, and brought to confusyon, that ymagyne myschefe for me.

³ For straungers are rysen vp against me, and tyrauntes (whych haue not God before their eyes) seke after my soule. Sela.

⁴ Fre amonge the deed, lyke vnto them that be wounded lye in the graue, whych be out of remebraunce, and are cut awaye from thy hande: ⁵ Thou hast layed me in the lowest pytt, in a place of darcknesse and in the depe. ⁶ Thyne indignacyon lyeth harde vpon me, and thou hast vexed me wyth all thy stormes. Selah.

⁶ O delyuer me from my persecutours: for they are to stronge for me.

⁶ He hath sett me in darckenes, as they that be deed for euer.

¹¹ Moreouer, he sayde vnto me: Thou sonne of man, these bones are the whole house of Israell. Beholde, they saye: Oure bones dried vp, oure hope is gone, we are clene cut of.