Psalms 32:4 Cross References - Geneva

⁴ (For thine hand is heauie vpon me, day and night: and my moysture is turned into ye drought of summer. Selah)

⁶ But the hand of the Lord was heauie vpon them of Ashdod, and destroyed them, and smote them with the emerods, both Ashdod, and the coastes thereof. ⁷ And when the men of Ashdod sawe this, they sayd, Let not the Arke of the God of Israel abide with vs: for his hand is sore vpon vs and vpon Dagon our god.

⁹ And when they had caried it about, the hand of the Lord was against the citie with a very great destruction, and he smote the men of the citie both small and great, and they had emerods in their secret partes.

¹¹ Therefore they sent, and gathered together all the princes of the Philistims and sayd, Sende away the Arke of the God of Israel, and let it returne to his owne place, that it slay vs not and our people: for there was a destruction and death throughout all the citie, and the hand of God was very sore there.

⁹ And take heede, if it goe vp by the way of his owne coast to Beth-shemesh, it is he that did vs this great euill: but if not, we shall know then, that it is not his hand that smote vs, but it was a chance that happened vs.

²¹ Oh that a man might pleade with God, as man with his neighbour!

³⁰ My skinne is blacke vpon me, and my bones are burnt with heate.

⁷ Beholde, my terrour shall not feare thee, neither shall mine hand be heauie vpon thee.

¹⁵ My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

² For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me. ³ There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne. ⁴ For mine iniquities are gone ouer mine head, and as a weightie burden they are too heauie for me. ⁵ My woundes are putrified, and corrupt because of my foolishnes. ⁶ I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day. ⁷ For my reines are full of burning, and there is nothing sound in my flesh. ⁸ I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.

¹⁰ Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand. ¹¹ When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. Selah.

⁶ In the morning it florisheth and groweth, but in the euening it is cut downe and withereth. ⁷ For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.

³ For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe. ⁴ Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.

⁸ Nowe their visage is blacker then a cole: they can not knowe them in the streetes: their skinne cleaueth to their bones: it is withered like a stocke.

¹⁰ Our skinne was blacke like as an ouen because of the terrible famine.