Psalms 77:2

I schal opene my mouth in parablis; Y schal speke perfite resouns fro the bigynnyng.

Bible (Wycliffe)

In The King James Version

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.

In Context

1The `title of the seuene and seuentithe salm. The lernyng of Asaph. Mi puple, perseyue ye my lawe; bowe youre eere in to the wordis of my mouth.

3Hou grete thingis han we herd, aud we han knowe tho; and oure fadris. telden to vs.

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Cross References

Genesis 32:7Jacob dredde greetli, and he was aferd, and departide the puple that was with hym, and he departide the flockis, and scheep, and oxun, and camels, in to twei cumpenyes;

Genesis 37:35Sothely whanne hise fre children weren gaderid to gidere, that thei schulden peese the sorewe of the fadir, he nolde take counfort, but seide, Y schal go doun in to helle, and schal biweile my sone. And the while Jacob contynude in wepyng,

2 Kings 19:15And the kyng turnede ayen, and cam `til to Jordan; and al Juda cam til in to Galgala to mete the kyng, and lede hym ouer Jordan.

Esther 4:1And whanne Mardochee hadde herd these thingis, he to-rente hise clothis, and he was clothid in a sak, and spreynt aische on the heed, and he criede with greet vois in the street of the myddis of the citee, and schewide the bitternesse of his soule,

Psalms 6:2Lord, repreue thou not me in thi stronge veniaunce; nether chastice thou me in thin ire.

Psalms 38:3I was doumb, and was mekid ful gretli, and was stille fro goodis; and my sorewe was renulid.

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