Psalms 118:5
I called vpon the Lorde beyng in distresse: and the Lorde hath hearde me at large.
I called vpon the Lorde beyng in distresse: and the Lorde hath hearde me at large.
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1 A song of high degrees. When I was in trouble I called vpon God: and he hearde me.
6 But in this my distresse I dyd call vppon God, and I made my complaynt vnto my Lorde: he hearde my voyce out of his temple, and my crye came before his face, euen vnto his eares.
18 They preuented me in the day of my trouble: but God was vnto me a sure stay.
19 He brought me also foorth into a place of libertie: he brought me foorth, because he had a fauour vnto me.
1 I haue loued: because God hath hearde my voyce and my prayers.
2 Because he hath enclined his eare vnto me: therfore I wyll call vpon hym as long as I lyue.
3 The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,
4 but I called vpon the name of God: saying O God, I beseche thee deliuer my soule
5 Gratious is God and ryghteous: our Lorde is mercifull.
6 God gardeth the simple: I was brought to the extremitie, and he preserued me.
1 To the chiefe musition on Neginoth, a psalme of Dauid. Heare me when I call O God of my righteousnesse: thou hast set me at libertie when I was in distresse.
19 When they had preuented me in the daye of my calamitie: the Lorde stayed me vp.
20 For he brought me out into roomth: he deliuered me, because he had a fauour vnto me.
7 In my tribulation did I call vppon the Lorde, and crye to my God: and he dyd heare my voyce out of his temple, and my crye did enter into his eares.
5 I cryed vnto thee O God, and sayde: thou art my hope and my portion in the lande of the lyuyng.
6 Consider my complaynt, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecutours, for they are to strong for me.
7 I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
8 Thou hast not shut me vp into the hande of the enemie: but hast set my feete in a large roome.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. I wayted patiently vpon God, and he enclined vnto me his eare: and heard my crying.
6 God is with me: I wyll not feare what man can do vnto me.
8 Neuerthelesse, when thou dydst turne thy face, I was troubled: then I cryed vnto thee O God, then made I my humble prayers to thee my Lorde.
4 Carefully I sought God, & he hearde me: yea he deliuered me out of all my feare.
4 I dyd call vpon God with my voyce, and he hearde me out of his holy hyll. Selah.
16 As for me I wyll crye vnto the Lord: and God wyll saue me.
2 O God my Lord I cryed vnto thee: and thou hast healed me.
1 The wise instruction of Dauid, a prayer when he was in the caue. I cryed vnto God with my voyce: euen vnto God I dyd make my supplication.
55 I called vpon thy name O Lorde out of the deepe pit.
3 I wyll call vpon God, who is most worthy to be praysed: so I shall be safe from myne enemies.
6 I haue sayde vnto God, thou art my Lorde: heare the voyce of my prayers O God.
16 Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
17 The sorowes of myne heart are encreased: O bryng thou me out of my distresse.
1 A song of high degrees. Out of the deepe I haue called vnto thee O God: O Lorde heare my voyce.
7 Hearken vnto my voyce O god, when I crye vnto thee: haue mercy vpon me and heare me.
6 Lo this same poore man hath cryed: and God hath hearde hym, and saued hym out of all his troubles.
6 And they cry vnto god in their trouble: who deliuereth them from their distresse.
3 In the day of myne aduersitie I called vpon thee, and thou heardest me: thou enduedst my soule more and more with strength.
4 I will call on the Lorde which is prayse worthy: and so shall I be saued from myne enemies.
13 And they cry vnto god in their trouble: who deliuereth the out of their distresse.
13 Haue mercy on me O God: consider the trouble whiche I suffer of them that hate me, lift me vp from the gates of death.
13 Thou hast thrust sore at me, that I might fall: but God dyd ayde me
14 But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
1 A Psalme of Dauid. O God I call vpon thee, haste thee vnto me: geue eare vnto my voyce whylest I crye vnto thee.
18 The Lorde hath greatly chastened me: but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
19 And they crye vnto God in their trouble: who deliuereth them out of their distresse.
6 Blessed be God: for he hath hearde the voyce of mine humble petitions.
7 I call vpon thee in the day of my trouble: for thou hearest me.
22 And when I fled with al haste, I said I am cast out of the sight of thine eyes: neuerthelesse, thou heardest the voyce of my prayer when I cryed vnto thee.
10 Heare me O God, and haue mercy vppon me: O God be thou my helper.
6 I call vpon thee O God, for thou wilt heare me: incline thine eare to me, hearken vnto my wordes.
28 And they cry vnto god in their trouble: who deliuereth the out of their distresse.