Psalms 102:4–5

⁷The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.

⁷The grasse withereth, the flowre fadeth; because the spirit of the LORD bloweth vpon it: surely the people is grasse.

²For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb.

²For they shall soone be cut downe like the grasse; and wither as the greene herbe.

⁷And as he did so year by year, when she went up to the house of the Lord, so she provoked her; therefore she wept, and did not eat.

⁸Then said Elkanah her husband to her, Hannah, why weepest thou? and why eatest thou not? and why is thy heart grieved? am not I better to thee than ten sons?

⁷And as he did so yeere by yeere, ^‖when she went vp to the house of the LORD, so she prouoked her; therefore she wept, and did not eat.

⁸Then said Elkanah her husband to her, Hannah, why weepest thou? and why eatest thou not? and why is thy heart grieued? Am not I better to thee, then ten sonnes?

⁹And he was three days without sight, and neither did eat nor drink.

⁹And he was three dayes without sight, and neither did eate, nor drinke.

⁶¶ Then Ezra rose up from before the house of God, and went into the chamber of Johanan the son of Eliashib: and when he came thither, he did eat no bread, nor drink water: for he mourned because of the transgression of them that had been carried away.

⁶¶ Then Ezra rose vp from before the house of God, and went into the chamber of Iohanan, the sonne of Eliashib: and when hee came thither, hee did eate no bread, nor drinke water: for hee mourned because of the transgression of them that had bene caried away.

³⁷And he took with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and began to be sorrowful and very heavy.

³⁸Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and watch with me.

³⁷And hee tooke with him Peter, and the two sonnes of Zebedee, and beganne to be sorrowful, and very heauie.

³⁸Then saith he vnto them, My soule is exceeding sorrowfull, euen vnto death: tary ye heere, & watch with me.

³I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.

³I remembred God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was ouerwhelmed. Selah.

¹⁷And the elders of his house arose, and went to him, to raise him up from the earth: but he would not, neither did he eat bread with them.

¹⁷And the Elders of his house arose, and went to him, to raise him vp from the earth: but he would not, neither did he eate bread with them.

¹MY soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

¹¶ My soule is ^‖weary of my life, I will leaue my complaint vpon my selfe; I will speake in the bitternesse of my soule.

²⁰So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat.

^20*So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soule ^†daintie meate.

⁴For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

^4*For the arrowes of the Almightie are within me, the poyson whereof drinketh vp my spirit: the terrors of God doe set themselues in aray against mee.

¹³He hath caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins.

^13†Hee hath caused the arrowes of his quiuer to enter into my reines.

²⁰My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.

^20†My soule hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.

¹¹My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.

^11*My dayes are like a shadow, that declineth: & I am withered like grasse.

⁹For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,

⁹For I haue eaten ashes like bread: and mingled my drinke with weeping.

³For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.

⁴Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.

³For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my life downe to the ground: hee hath made mee to dwell in darkenesse, as those that haue bene long dead.

⁴Therefore is my spirit ouerwhelmed within me: my heart within me is desolate.

⁶O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

^6‖O my God, my soule is cast downe within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Iordane, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Missar.

⁴My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

⁵Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me.

⁴My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.

^5†Fearefulnesse and trembling are come vpon me, and horrour hath ouerwhelmed me.

²Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

³My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?

²Haue mercy vpon me, O LORD, for I am weake: O LORD heale mee, for my bones are vexed.

³My soule is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?

²⁰Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.

²⁰Reproch hath broken my heart, and I am full of heauines: and I looked for some ^†to take pitie, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.

²⁰My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

²⁰My bone cleaueth to my skinne, ^‖and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skinne of my teeth.

²²A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

^22*‖A merrie heart doth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

⁸Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.

^8†Their visage is blacker then a cole: they are not knowen in the streets: their skinne cleaueth to their bones: it is withered, it is become like a sticke.

³When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

⁴For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

³When I kept silence, my bones waxed old; through my roaring all the day long.

⁴For day and night thy hand was heauy vpon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

⁸I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

⁹Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.

¹⁰My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.

⁸I am feeble and sore broken; I haue roared by reason of the disquietnesse of my heart.

⁹ LORD, all my desire is before thee: and my groning is not hid from thee.

^10†My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eies, it also is gone from me.

⁸Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

^8*Depart from me, all yee workers of iniquitie: for the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping.

⁶I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

^6‖I am weary with my groning, all the night make I my bed to swim: I water my couch with my teares.