Psalms 43:2
For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
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9 I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
10 It was as a sworde in my bones, when myne enemies dyd cast me in the teeth: in saying dayly vnto me, where is nowe thy Lorde?
11 Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wil yet acknowledge him to be only my present saluation, and my Lorde.
1 Iudge me O Lorde, and debate my cause with an vnnaturall people: oh delyuer me from the deceiptfull and wicked man.
14 O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?
11 Hast not thou remoued vs from thence? and wylt not thou O Lorde go out with our hoastes?
10 Hast not thou remoued vs from thence O Lorde? and wylt not thou O Lorde go out with our hoastes?
1 To the chiefe musition of the mornyng hinde, a psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so farre from my health, and from the wordes of my complaynt?
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thyne enemie?
3 Sende foorth thy light and thy trueth: that they may leade me and direct me vnto thy holy hyll, & to thy tabernacles.
4 And I wyll go vnto the aulter of the Lorde, euen vnto the Lorde of my ioy & gladnesse: and vpon the harpe I will acknowledge thee O Lorde my Lord.
5 Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wyll yet acknowledge hym to be only my present saluation, & my Lorde.
5 Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I will yet acknowledge him only to be a present saluation.
6 My Lorde, my soule is discouraged within me: because I remember thee from the lande of Iordane, and from the litle hyll Hermonim.
1 A wise instruction (to be song) of Asaph. O Lorde wherfore dost thou forsake vs altogether? wherfore breaketh foorth thy anger agaynst the sheepe of thy pasture.
9 O 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.
1 Why standest thou so farre of O God? why hidest thee in the tyme of trouble?
21 Forsake me not O God: O my Lorde be not thou farre fro me.
4 Take me out of the net that they haue layde priuily for me: for thou art my strength.
1 To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wylt thou forget me O God, for euer? howe long wilt thou hyde thy face from me?
2 Howe long shall I seke counsayle in my soule, and be so vexed in mine heart euery day? howe long shall myne enemie triumph ouer me?
10 because of thine indignation and wrath: for thou hast set me vp, and cast me downe.
19 But be not thou farre from me O God: thou art my strength, make haste to helpe me.
3 My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
23 Stirre vp O Lorde, why slepest thou? awake & be not absent from vs for euer:
24 wherfore hydest thou thy face, and forgettest our miserie and tribulation?
14 But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
9 But nowe thou art farre of, and thou puttest vs to confusion: neither goest thou foorth with our armies.
3 Deliuer me from the voyce of the enemie, and from the present affliction of the wicked: for they are minded to do me mischiefe, and are set malitiously against me.
3 For thou hast ben my hope: and a strong towre for me against the face of the enemie.
3 For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
4 And I saide: I am cast away out of thy sight, yet wyll I loke againe toward thyne holy temple.
21 Thou art become myne enemie, and with thy violent hande thou takest part against me.
11 They say, the Lorde hath forsaken hym: do you persecute hym and take hym, for there is none to delyuer hym.
1 To the chiefe musition vpon Susan Eduth, a golden psalme of Dauid, for to teache: (made) when he fought against Mesopotamia and Syria of Stobah, and when Ioab turned backe and slue twelue thousande Edomites in the salt valley.) O Lorde thou hast cast vs out, thou hast dispearsed vs, thou art displeased: O turne thee vnto vs agayne.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I may recouer my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seene.
13 Thou hast thrust sore at me, that I might fall: but God dyd ayde me
10 Heare me O God, and haue mercy vppon me: O God be thou my helper.
6 Consider my complaynt, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecutours, for they are to strong for me.
4 Lest myne enemie say, I haue preuayled agaynst hym: lest they that trouble me reioyce yf I shoulde be remoued.
9 Cast me not away in the tyme of age: forsake me not when my strength fayleth me.
17 Unto thee O my strength will I sing psalmes: for thou O Lorde art my refuge, and my mercyfull Lorde.
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.
18 I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
27 Howe may then Iacob thinke, or may Israel say, My wayes are hid from the Lord, and my God knoweth not of my iudgementes?
6 I haue sayde vnto God, thou art my Lorde: heare the voyce of my prayers O God.
49 He 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.
39 Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto battayle: thou hast made them to bowe downe vnder me who haue rysen vp agaynst me.
2 God 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.