Psalms 88:14–15

²⁴Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy?

²⁴Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemie?

¹HOW long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

¹¶ How long wilt thou forget mee (O LORD) for euer? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

²For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

²For thou art the God of my strength, why doest thou cast me off? why goe I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

²⁴Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and forgettest our affliction and our oppression?

²⁴Wherefore hidest thou thy face? and forgettest our affliction, and our oppression?

⁴⁶And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

⁴⁶And about the ninth houre, Iesus cried with a loud voyce, saying, Eli, Eli, Lamasabachthani, that is to say, ^*My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken mee?

⁹But thou hast cast off, and put us to shame; and goest not forth with our armies.

⁹But thou hast cast off and put vs to shame; and goest not forth with our armies.

¹⁷And hide not thy face from thy servant; for I am in trouble: hear me speedily.

¹⁷And hide not thy face from thy seruant, for I am in trouble: ^†heare me speedily.

⁷Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more?

⁸Is his mercy clean gone for ever? doth his promise fail for evermore?

⁹Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah.

⁷Will the LORD cast off for euer? and will hee be fauourable no more?

^8†Is his mercy cleane gone for euer? doth his promise faile for euermore?

⁹Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut vp his tender mercies? Selah.

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.

⁴⁴And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.

⁴⁴And being in an agonie, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling downe to the ground.

¹⁰¶ Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.

¹⁰¶ ^‖Yet it pleased the LORD to bruise him, he hath put him to griefe: when thou shalt make his soule an offring for sinne, he shall see his seede, hee shall prolong his daies, and the pleasure of the LORD shall prosper in his hand.

¹¹Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

¹²Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?

¹³When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;

¹⁴Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:

¹⁵So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

¹⁶I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

¹¹Therefore I will not refraine my mouth, I wil speake in the anguish of my spirit, I will complaine in the bitternesse of my soule.

¹² Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch ouer me?

¹³When I say, My bed shal comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint:

¹⁴Then thou skarest mee with dreames, and terrifiest me through visions.

¹⁵So that my soule chooseth strangling: and death rather ^†then my life.

¹⁶I loath it, I would not liue alway: let me alone, for my dayes are vanitie.

¹⁴For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.

^14†For all the day long haue I bene plagued, and chastened euery morning.

⁷¶ Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, and against the man that is my fellow, saith the Lord of hosts: smite the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered: and I will turn mine hand upon the little ones.

⁷¶ ^*Awake, O sword, against my shepheard, and against the man that is my fellow, saith the LORD of hostes: smite the Shepheard, and the sheepe shalbe scattered: and I wil turne mine hand vpon the litle ones.

³He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

^3*‖He is despised and reiected of men, a man ofsorrows, and acquainted with griefe: and we hid as it were our faces from him; hee was despised, and wee esteemed him not.

¹MY breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

¹¶ My ^‖breath is corrupt, my dayes are extinct, the graues are ready for me.

¹¹My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

¹²They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

¹³If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

¹⁴I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

¹⁵And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

¹⁶They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.

¹¹My dayes are past, my purposes are broken off, euen ^†the thoughts of my heart:

¹²They change the night into day: the light is ^†short, because of darknes.

¹³If I waite, the graue is mine house: I haue made my bedde in the darknesse.

¹⁴I haue ^†said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worme, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

¹⁵And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

¹⁶They shall goe downe to the barres of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.

¹⁴I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

¹⁵My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

^14‖I am powred out like water, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart is like waxe, it is melted in the middest of my bowels.

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