Psalms 55:2 Cross References - Coverdale

² The enemie crieth so, & the vngodly commeth on so fast: for they are mynded to do me some myschefe, so maliciously are they set agaynst me.

¹ How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me? ² Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?

³ For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.

⁶ I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.

² For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?

¹ Heare my voyce (o God) in my coplaynte, preserue my life fro feare of ye enemie.

¹⁹ Therfore God hath herde me, ad considred the voyce off my prayer.

³ When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.

⁹ I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge. ¹⁰ And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.

¹⁴ Then chatred I like a swalowe, and like a Crane, and mourned as a doue. I lift vp myne eyes in to ye hight: O LORDE, (sayde I) violence is done vnto me, be thou suertie for me.

¹¹ We roare all like Beeres, & mourne stil like doues. We loke for equite, but there is none: for health, but it is farre fro vs.