Verse 17

Lorde howe long wylt thou looke vpon this: O deliuer my soule from their raginges, and my dearling from Lions whelpes.

Referenced Verses

  • Hab 1:13 : 13 Thou art of pure eyes, and canst not see euyl, thou canst not behold wickednesse: wherfore then doest thou loke vpo the transgressours, and holdest thy tongue, when the wicked deuoureth the man that is more righteous then he?
  • Ps 22:20-21 : 20 Delyuer my soule from the sworde: and my dearlyng from the dogges pawes. 21 Saue me from the Lions mouth: delyuer me from the hornes of the Unicornes.
  • Ps 57:4 : 4 My soule is among Lions, and I lye among those that are set on fire: among the children of men whose teeth are speares and arrowes, and their tongue a sharpe sword.
  • Ps 69:14-15 : 14 Take me out of the myre, that I sincke not: oh let me be delyuered from them that hate me, & out of the deepe waters. 15 Let not the water fludde drowne me, neither let the deepe swalowe me vp: & let not the pyt shut her mouth vpon me.
  • Ps 74:9-9 : 9 We see not our ensignes, there is not one prophete more: no not one is there amongst vs that vnderstandeth our case. 10 O Lorde shall the aduersarie do this dishonour continually? shall the enemie blaspheme thy name for euer?
  • Ps 89:46 : 46 O God howe long wylt thou hyde thy selfe? for euer? shall thy wrath burne lyke fire?
  • Ps 94:3-4 : 3 O God howe long shall the vngodly: howe long shall the vngodly triumph? 4 All such as be workers of iniquitie: they babble, they prate shoutly, they make boastes of them selues.
  • Ps 142:6-7 : 6 Consider my complaynt, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecutours, for they are to strong for me. 7 Bryng my soule out of prison, that I may prayse thy name: the ryghteous shal compasse me rounde about, because thou hast thus rewarded me.
  • Ps 6:3 : 3 My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
  • Ps 10:14 : 14 Surely thou hast seene this for thou beholdest labour and spite: that thou mayest take the matter into thy hands, he that is weake leaueth it for thee, for thou art the helper of the fatherlesse.
  • Ps 13:1-2 : 1 To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wylt thou forget me O God, for euer? howe long wilt thou hyde thy face from me? 2 Howe long shall I seke counsayle in my soule, and be so vexed in mine heart euery day? howe long shall myne enemie triumph ouer me?