Verse 3

And whan he came to the shepe foldes by ye waye, there was a caue, and Saul wente in to couer his fete. But Dauid and his men sat behinde within the caue.

Referenced Verses

• Judg 3:24 : 24 Now whan he was gone, his seruauntes came in, and sawe that the dore of the Sommer perler was lockte, and they sayde: peraduenture he is gone to the preuye in the syled Sommer perler.
• Ps 57:1-9 : 1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) be mercifull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in ye: & vnder the shadowe of thy wynges shalbe my refuge, vntill wickednesse be ouerpast. 2 I call vnto God ye most hyest, eue ye God yt shal helpe me vp agayne. 3 He shal sende fro heauen, & saue me fro the reprofe of him that wolde swalowe me vp. 4 Sela. This shal God sende, for his mercy and faithfulnesse sake. I lye with my soule amonge the cruell lyons: 5 euen amonge the children of men, whose tethe are speares and arowes, and their tonge a sharpe swerde. 6 Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth. 7 They haue layed a nett for my fete, & pressed downe my soule: they haue dygged a pyt before me, and are fallen in to it them selues. 8 Sela. My hert is ready (o God) my hert is ready, to synge and geue prayse. 9 Awake (o my glory) awake lute and harpe, I my self wil awake right early. 10 I wil geue thakes vnto the (o LORDE) amonge the people, I wil synge prayses vnto the amonge the Heithe. 11 For ye greatnes of thy mercy reacheth vnto the heauens, and thy faithfulnesse vnto the cloudes. Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, & thy glory aboue all ye earth.
• Ps 142:1-7 : 1 I crie vnto the LORDE with my voyce, yee eue vnto the LORDE do I make my supplicacion. I poure out my complaynte before him, and shewe him of my trouble. 2 When my sprete is in heuynesse, for thou knowest my path: in the waye where in I walke, haue they preuely layed a snare for me. 3 I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule. 4 Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge. 5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe. 6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me: 7 Brynge my soule out of preson, that I maye geue thakes vnto thy name: which thinge yf thou wilt graute me, then shal the rightuous resorte vnto my copany.
• Ps 141:6 : 6 so wil I take it, as though he had poured oyle vpo my heade: it shal not hurte my heade, yee I wil praye yet for their wickednesse.