Psalms 32:7
Thou art my refuge, thou wylt preserue me from trouble: thou wylt compasse me about with songes of deliueraunce. Selah.
Thou art my refuge, thou wylt preserue me from trouble: thou wylt compasse me about with songes of deliueraunce. Selah.
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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.
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.
2ridde me and deliuer me in thy ryghteousnesse, incline thine eare vnto me, and saue me.
3Be thou my strong holde whervnto I may alway resort: thou hast geuen a charge to saue me, for thou art my house of defence, and my castell.
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.
9Delyuer me O God from myne enemies: I hyde my selfe with thee.
6For this shall euery one that is godly make his prayer vnto thee in the time when thou mayest be founde: so that in the great water fluddes they shal not come nye hym.
114Thou art my refuge and my shield: I geue earnest attendaunce vnto thy worde.
2Bowe downe thine eare to me, make hast to deliuer me: be vnto me a strong rocke and a house of defence, that thou mayest saue me.
3For thou art my strong rocke and fortresse: euen for thy name sake conduct me, and direct me.
4Take me out of the net that they haue layde priuily for me: for thou art my strength.
1The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.
2And he saide: The Lorde is my rocke, and my castell, and my delyuerer.
3God is my strength, in him will I trust: he is my shielde, and the horne of my saluation, my hie towre, and my refuge, my sauiour, thou hast saued me from wrong.
7I am become as it were a monster vnto many: but my sure trust is in thee.
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.
7thou God of thy goodnes hadst made my hyll so strong.
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.
8Kepe 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.
7Thou calledst vpon me in troubles, and I deliuered thee: I hearde thee out of the middest of a thunder, I proued thee also at the waters of strife. Selah.
14But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
15My time is in thy hande, deliuer me from the hande of mine enemies: and from them that persecute me.
7I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
8Thou hast not shut me vp into the hande of the enemie: but hast set my feete in a large roome.
2God is my stony rocke & my fortresse, and my delyuerer: my Lorde, my castell in whom I wyll trust, my buckler, the horne of my saluation, & my refuge.
7O Lorde God the strength of my saluation: thou hast couered my head in the day of battayle.
2I wyll say vnto God, thou art my hope and my fortresse: my Lorde, in whom I wyll trust.
16As for me I wyll sing of thy power, and wyll prayse thy louing kindnes betimes in the morning: for thou hast ben my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble.
7In the Lorde is my health and my glory: my trust is in the Lorde the fortresse of my force.
35Thou hast geuen me the shielde of thy saluation: thy ryght hande also hath helde me vp, and through thy great gentlenesse I haue increased.
7If I shall walke in the midst of trouble, thou wylt make me to liue: thou wylt stretche foorth thyne hande vpon the furiousnes of mine enemies, and thy right hande shall saue me.
11Withdrawe not thou thy mercie from me O God: let thy louyng kyndnesse and thy trueth alway preserue me.
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.
20Which hast made me to feele many great troubles and aduersities: yet returnyng thou hast reuyued me, yea returnyng thou hast caused me to come out from the bottome of the earth.
8For thou O Lorde hast deliuered my soule from death: myne eyes from teares, and my feete from fallyng.
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.
8I will geue thee wise instructions, and teach thee in the way wherin thou shalt go: & I wil guyde thee with mine eye.
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.
37Thou hast enlarged my steps vnder me: and my legges shall not faile me.
9For thou O God art my hope: thou hast set thine habitation very hygh.
3When my spirite was ouerwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked they haue priuily layde a snare for me.
2For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
3But thou O God art a buckler for me: thou art my worship, and the lifter vp of my head.
2My holynesse and my fortresse, my refuge, and my only deliuerer: my buckler, in hym I haue put my trust, who subdueth my people vnder me.
7God is my strength and my shielde, my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart skippeth for ioy, and in my song I wyll prayse hym.
5The proude haue layde a snare for me, and spread a net abroade with coardes in the high wayes: they haue set trappes for me. Selah.
29For thou art my lyght, O Lorde: and the Lorde shall light my darkenesse.
5Thou hast fashioned me behinde and before: and layde thyne hande vpon me.
24Thou hast guyde me with thy counsayle: and after that thou receauedst me with glorie.