Verse 6

Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.

Referenced Verses

  • Ps 16:2 : 2 I haue sayde vnto ye LORDE: thou art my God, my goodes are nothinge vnto the.
  • Ps 31:14 : 14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
  • Ps 142:5 : 5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
  • Ps 143:1 : 1 Heare my prayer (o LORDE) considre my desyre: answere me for thy treuth & rightuousnesse sake.
  • Lam 3:24 : 24 The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
  • Zech 13:9 : 9 And the same thirde parte wil I brynge thorow the fyre, and will clense them, as the syluer is clensed: Yee and trye them, like as golde is tryed. Then shall they call vpon my name, and I wil heare them: I wil saye: it is my people. And they shal saye: LORDE, my God.
  • Ps 55:1-2 : 1 Heare my prayer (o God) and hyde not thy self fro my peticion. Take hede vnto me and heare me, how piteously I mourne & coplayne. 2 The enemie crieth so, & the vngodly commeth on so fast: for they are mynded to do me some myschefe, so maliciously are they set agaynst me.
  • Ps 64:1 : 1 Heare my voyce (o God) in my coplaynte, preserue my life fro feare of ye enemie.
  • Ps 91:2 : 2 He shal saye vnto ye LORDE: o my hope, & my stronge holde, my God, in who I wil trust.
  • Ps 116:1 : 1 I am wel pleased, yt the LORDE hath herde ye voyce of my prayer.
  • Ps 119:57 : 57 Thou art my porcion (o LORDE) I am purposed to kepe thy lawe.
  • Ps 130:2 : 2 Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
  • Ps 16:5-6 : 5 Their drynkofferynges of bloude wil not I offre, nether make mencion of their name in my mouth. 6 The LORDE himself is my good and my porcion, thou manteynest my enheritauce.
  • Ps 27:7-8 : 7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE. 8 Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
  • Ps 28:1-2 : 1 Unto the wil I crie, o my stronge defence: thinke no scorne of me, lest (yf thou make the as though thou herdest not) I become like them, that go downe into ye pytte. 2 Heare the voyce of my humble peticion, when I crie vnto the, and holde vp my hondes towarde thy holy temple.