Verse 13

Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.

Referenced Verses

  • Ps 86:13 : 13 For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
  • Ps 30:3 : 3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
  • Ps 38:19 : 19 But myne enemies lyue, and are mightie: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in nombre.
  • Ps 51:1 : 1 Haue mercy vpon me (o God) after thy goodnes, & acordinge vnto thy greate mercies, do awaye myne offences.
  • Ps 56:13 : 13 For thou hast delyuered my soule fro death, & my fete fro fallinge, yt I maye walke before God in ye light of ye lyuynge.
  • Neh 9:32 : 32 Now oure God, thou greate God, mightie and terrible, thou that kepest couenaunt and mercy, regarde not a litle all the trauayle yt hath happened vnto vs, & oure kynges, prynces, prestes, prophetes, fathers & all thy people, sence the tyme of the kynges of Assur vnto this daie.
  • Ps 13:3 : 3 Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death.
  • Ps 25:19 : 19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
  • Ps 107:18 : 18 Their soule abhorred all maner of meate, they were eue harde at deathes dore.
  • Ps 116:3-4 : 3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me, 4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
  • Ps 119:132 : 132 O loke thou vpon me, and be mercyfull, as thou vsest to do vnto those yt loue yi name.
  • Ps 119:153 : 153 O considre my aduersite, & delyuer me, for I do not forget thy lawe.
  • Ps 142:6 : 6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
  • Isa 38:10 : 10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
  • Lam 1:9 : 9 Hir skyrtes are defyled, she remebred not what wolde folowe: therfore is hir fall so greate, and there is no ma to comforte her. O LORDE, cosidre my trouble, for myne enemie hath the vpper honde.
  • Lam 1:11 : 11 All hir people seke their bred with heuynes, & loke what precious thinge euery man hath, that geueth he for meate, to saue his life. Considre (O LORDE) and se, how vyle I am become.
  • John 2:6 : 6 There were set there sixe water pottes of stone, after ye maner of the purifienge of ye Iewes, euery one coteyninge two or thre measures.