Psalm 41:8 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Mischief, say they, cleaves fast to him; he li'th, and shall not rise.

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An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

An evil disease, say they, is poured out upon him and cleaves fast to him; and now that he is bedfast, he will not rise up again.

An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him; And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

“Some horrible thing has been poured into him; the next time he lies down, he won’t get up.”

Abyss calls upon abyss, with the voice of your floodgate. All your heights and your waves have passed over me.

Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.

Many say of my soul, For him in God no succour lies.

They said, God leaves him; him pursue and take: none will him save.

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