Psalms 38:10 Cross References - Coverdale

¹⁰ My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.

²⁷ As for Ionathas he had not herde, that his father had charged the people, and he put forth his staff that he had in his hande, and dypped the ende of it in ye hony combe, and turned his hande to his mouth, and his eyes were lighted. ²⁸ Then answered one of the people, and sayde: Thy father hath charged the people, and sayde: Cursed be euery ma that eateth oughte this daye. Neuertheles the people were faynte. ²⁹ Then sayde Ionathas: My father hath troubled the londe: Se how lighte myne eyes are become, because I haue taisted a litle of this hony.

⁷ My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.

¹⁰ Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.

¹ Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God?

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

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

⁸¹ My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde. ⁸² Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me? ⁸³ For I am become like a botell in ye smoke, yet do not I forget thy statutes.

¹²³ Myne eyes are waysted awaye wt lokynge for thy health, & for ye worde of thy rightuousnesse.

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.

⁴ Myne herte paunted, I trembled for feare. The darcknesse made me fearfull in my mynde.

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.

¹⁶ The garlande of oure heade is fallen: alas, that euer we synned so sore. ¹⁷ Therfore oure hert is full of heuynesse, & oure eyes dymme: