Psalms 22:9
But thou art he that tokest me out of my mothers wombe: thou causedst me to trust in thee, suckyng my mothers breastes.
But thou art he that tokest me out of my mothers wombe: thou causedst me to trust in thee, suckyng my mothers breastes.
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10I haue ben left vnto thee euer since I was borne: thou art my God euen from my mothers wombe.
11O go not far fro me, for trouble is harde at hande: and there is none to helpe me.
5For thou O Lorde God art the thyng that I long for: thou art my hope euen from my youth.
6Through thee haue I ben mayntayned euer since I was borne: thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, my praise shalbe alway of thee.
7I am become as it were a monster vnto many: but my sure trust is in thee.
13For thou hast my reynes in thy possession: thou didst couer me in my mothers wombe.
14I wyll confesse it vnto thee, for that thy doynges are to be dreaded, I am made after a marueylous sort: thy workes be marueylous, and that my soule knoweth ryght well.
15The substaunce of my body was not hyd from thee: when I was made in secrete and fashioned with distinct members in my mothers wombe.
16Thyne eyes dyd see me when I was most imperfect: and in thy booke were written euery day of them wherin the partes of my body were shaped, and no one of them were knowen vnto thee.
17Why sluest thou not me assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe? or that my mother had ben my graue her selfe, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her?
18Wherefore came I foorth of my mothers wombe? to haue experience of labour and sorowe, and to leade my lyfe with shame?
8Saying he referreth all to God, loking that God wyll deliuer him and rescue him: for he delighteth only in him.
1Ye Isles hearken vnto me, and take heede ye people from farre: The Lord hath called me from my birth, and made mention of my name from my mothers wombe:
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,
18(For from my youth it hath growen vp with me as with a father, and from my mothers wombe I haue ben guyde to the wydowe)
10Because it shut not vp the doores of my mothers wombe, nor hyd sorowe from myne eyes.
11Alas why died I not in the birth? why dyd not I perishe assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe?
12Why set they me vpon their knees? why gaue they me sucke with their brestes?
3Hearken vnto me O house Iacob, and all ye that remaine yet of the house of Israel, whom I haue borne from your mothers wombe, and brought you vp from your byrth.
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
19And that I were as though I had not ben, but brought from the wombe to the graue.
10For my father and mother forsoke me: and God did take me vp.
15He that fashioned me in my mothers wombe, made he not him also? were we not both shapen a like in our mothers bodies?
5Before I fashioned thee in thy mothers wombe, I dyd knowe thee: and or euer thou wast borne, I sanctified thee, and ordeyned thee to be a prophete vnto the people.
14But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
5Beholde, I was ingendred in iniquitie: and in sinne my mother conceaued me.
17He sent from aboue and toke me: he drew me out of many waters.
10Hast thou not powred me as it were milke, & turned me to cruddes like cheese?
11Thou hast couered me with skinne and fleshe, and ioyned me together with bones and sinnowes.
8Thy handes haue made me, & fashioned me altogether rounde about, wilt thou then destroy me?
16He hath sent downe from aboue to fetch me: he hath taken me out of many waters.
16Or why was not I hyd, as a thing borne out of tune, either as young children which neuer sawe the light?
2Out of the mouth of very babes and sucklinges thou hast layde the foundation of thy strength for thyne aduersaries sake: that thou mightest styll the enemie and the auenger.
3For when I my selfe was my fathers deare sonne, and tenderly beloued of my mother:
15Will a woman forget her owne infant, and not pitie the sonne of her owne wombe? And though they do forget, yet wyll I not forget thee.
2For thus saith the Lorde that made thee, fassioned thee, and helped thee euen from thy mothers wombe: Be not afraide O Iacob my seruaunt, thou righteous whom I haue chosen:
20For he brought me out into roomth: he deliuered me, because he had a fauour vnto me.
25Before the foundations of the mountaines were layde: yea before all hilles, was I borne:
4In the day of thy byrth when thou wast borne, the string of thy nauell was not cut of, thou wast not bathed in water to make thee cleane, thou wast not salted with salt, nor swadled in cloutes.
5No eye pitied thee to do any of these thinges for thee, for to haue compassion vpon thee: but thou wast vtterly cast out vpon the fielde in contempt of thy person in the day of thy byrth.
8Moreouer, there be some wherof thou hast neither heard nor knowen, neither haue ben opened vnto thyne eares afore tyme: For I knewe that thou wouldest malitiously offende, therfore haue I called thee a transgressour, euen from thy mothers wombe.
4Our fathers hoped in thee: they trusted in thee, & thou didst deliuer them.
19He brought me also foorth into a place of libertie: he brought me foorth, because he had a fauour vnto me.
1The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.
1O that I might finde thee without and kisse thee, whom I loue as my brother whiche suckt my mothers brestes, and that thou shalt not be dispised,
26He shall make inuocation vnto me: saying thou art my father O my God, and my fortresse of saluation.
2Nay I haue restrayned my soule, and kept it lowe like a chylde that is weaned from his mother: yea my soule is within me as a weaned chylde.
49He deliuereth me from myne enemies, thou also hast lyft me on hie from them that rose against me: thou hast delyuered me from the wicked man.
22My neighbours that are rounde about me hast thou called as it were to a feast day, so that in the day of the lordes wrath none escaped, neither was any left behinde: those that I haue brought vp and nourished, hath myne enemie destroyed.
4Take me out of the net that they haue layde priuily for me: for thou art my strength.