Psalms 17:8
Kepe me as the apple of an eye, hyde me vnder the shadowe of thy wynges: from the face of the vngodly that go about to destroy me, from myne enemies that compasse me rounde about to take away my soule.
Kepe me as the apple of an eye, hyde me vnder the shadowe of thy wynges: from the face of the vngodly that go about to destroy me, from myne enemies that compasse me rounde about to take away my soule.
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9They haue inclosed them selues in their owne fat: with their mouth they speake proude thynges.
7Shewe thy marueylous louyng kindnesse: thou that art the sauiour of them that trust in thee, from such as ryse vp agaynst thy ryght hande.
2Kepe my commaundementes & my lawe, euen as the apple of thyne eye, and thou shalt liue.
5For in the time of aduersitie he shall hide me in his tabernacle: yea in the secrete place of his pauilion he shall hide me, and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone.
1The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.
8Cause me to heare of thy louyng kindnesse betymes in the mornyng: for in thee is my trust. Make me to knowe the way that I shoulde walke in: for I lyft vp my soule vnto thee.
9Delyuer me O God from myne enemies: I hyde my selfe with thee.
7Because thou hast ben my helper: therfore vnder the shadowe of thy wynges do I reioyce.
8My soule cleaueth fast vnto thee: thy right hande hath vpholden me.
4Kepe me O God from the handes of the vngodly: preserue me from the outragious man, who haue deuised to thrust my feete from me.
20Thou hydest them priuily in thyne owne presence from the raginges of all men: thou kepest them secretly as in a tabernacle from the strife of tongues.
1To the chiefe musition (to be song lyke vnto the song beginning) destroy not, a golden psalme of Dauid, when he fled from Saul into the caue. Be mercifull vnto me O Lorde, be mercifull vnto me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and vnder the shadowe of thy wynges wyll I trust, vntyll this tiranny be ouerpast.
3For thou hast ben my hope: and a strong towre for me against the face of the enemie.
4I wyll dwell in thy tabernacle for euer: my trust shalbe vnder the couering of thy wynges. Selah.
7How excellent is thy mercy O Lord: therefore the chyldren of men shall put their trust vnder the shadowe of thy winges.
8For mine eyes loke vnto thee O God the Lorde: in thee is my trust, cast not my soule out of me.
9Kepe me from the snare which they haue layde foorth for me: and from the trappes of them that be workers of iniquitie.
5God hym selfe is thy keper: God is thy defence vpon thy ryght hande.
4He wyll couer thee vnder his wynges, & thou shalt be safe vnder his fethers: his faythfulnesse shalbe thy shielde and buckler.
7Thou art my refuge, thou wylt preserue me from trouble: thou wylt compasse me about with songes of deliueraunce. Selah.
11Withdrawe not thou thy mercie from me O God: let thy louyng kyndnesse and thy trueth alway preserue me.
10He founde hym in a desert lande, in a voyde grounde, and in a roaryng wildernesse: He led hym about, he gaue hym vnderstandyng, and kept hym as the apple of his eye.
15Myne eyes be alwayes turned vnto God: for he wyll take my feete out of the net.
7Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
20O kepe my soule and deliuer me, lest I shalbe confounded: for I haue put my trust in thee.
114Thou art my refuge and my shield: I geue earnest attendaunce vnto thy worde.
17And hyde not thy face from thy seruaunt, for I am in trouble: O haste thee and heare me.
11I haue hyd thy wordes within my heart: for this ende, that I shoulde not sinne agaynst thee.
18Open thou myne eyes: and I will beholde the wonderous thynges of thy lawe.
8My heart hath sayde vnto thee according to this thy commaundement seeke ye my face: thy face O God wyll I seeke.
9O hide not thou thy face from me, nor cast thy seruaunt away in a displeasure: thou hast ben my succour, leaue me not, neither forsake me O Lorde of my saluation.
2He hath made my mouth lyke a sharpe sworde, vnder the shadowe of his hande hath he defended me, and hid me in his quiuer as a good arrowe,
1Whosoeuer sitteth vnder the couer of the most highest: he shal abide vnder the shadowe of the almightie.
7I am become as it were a monster vnto many: but my sure trust is in thee.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. In God I put my trust: howe say ye then to my soule, that she shoulde flee as a byrde from your hyll.
7God wyll preserue thee from all euill: he wyll preserue thy soule.
7Wherfore thou wylt kepe the godly, O God: thou wylt preserue euery one of them from this generation for euer.
4Take me out of the net that they haue layde priuily for me: for thou art my strength.
5O holde thou vp my goynges in thy pathes: that my footesteppes slyp not.
2Hyde me from the secrete counsayles of the malitious: from the conspiracie of the workers of iniquitie.
15My time is in thy hande, deliuer me from the hande of mine enemies: and from them that persecute me.
16Cause thy countenaunce to shine vppon thy seruaunt: saue me for thy mercies sake.
21Let them not depart from thine eyes, but kepe them euen in the middest of thyne heart:
37Turne away myne eyes, lest they beholde vanitie: cause me to lyue in thy way.
1Siggaion of Dauid, whiche he song vnto God in the busines of Chus, the sonne of Iemini. O God my Lord, in thee I haue put my trust: saue me from all them that do persecute me, and deliuer thou me.
9If I take the wynges of the morning: and go to dwell in the vttermost part of the sea.
8I wyll kepe thy statutes: wherfore forsake me not for any long tyme.
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
148Myne eyes haue preuented the nyght watches: that my study might be wholy in thy wordes.
1A song of high degrees. I lyft vp myne eyes vnto thee: who dwellest in heauen.