Psalms 55:8
Then woulde I make hast to escape: from the stormie wynde, and from the tempest.
Then woulde I make hast to escape: from the stormie wynde, and from the tempest.
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3Deliuer 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.
4My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
5Fearefulnes and trembling are come vpon me: and an horrible dread hath ouerwhelmed me.
6And I sayde, O that I had wynges like a doue: for then woulde I flee away, and be at rest.
7Lo, then woulde I fleeing get me away farre of: and remayne in the wyldernesse. Selah.
15Persecute them euen so with thy tempest: and make them afrayde with thy storme.
14They fell vpon me, as it had ben the breaking in of waters, and came in by heapes to destroy me.
15Feare is turned vpon me, and they pursue my soule as the wind, and my health passeth away as a cloude.
9Destroy their tongues O Lorde, and deuide them: for I haue seene oppression and strife in the citie.
21A vehement east winde caryeth him hence, and he departeth: a storme hurleth him out of his place.
22God shal cast vpon him, and not spare, though he woulde fayne flee out of his hande.
8Fire and hayle, snowe and vapours: stormie wynde fulfyllyng his worde.
22In times past thou diddest set me vp on hye, to be caried as it were aboue the wynde, but nowe hast thou geuen me a very sore fall.
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.
22And 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.
9Delyuer me O God from myne enemies: I hyde my selfe with thee.
1To the chiefe musition (a psalme) of Dauid, to reduce in remembraunce. Haste thee O Lorde to delyuer me: make haste to helpe me O God.
27Euen when the thyng that ye be afraide of falleth in sodenly like a storme, and your miserie lyke a tempest, yea when trouble and heauinesse commeth vpon you.
6And there shalbe a tabernacle for a shadowe in the day time from the heat, & a safe place and refuge from weather and rayne.
8But I woulde aske counsell at the Lorde, and talke with God?
1The burthen of the waste sea. Euen as the stormie weather passeth through at the noone day from the wildernesse, so shall it come from the terrible lande.
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.
7At thy rebuke they flee: at the noyse of thy thunder they bluster downe apace.
1Why standest thou so farre of O God? why hidest thee in the tyme of trouble?
13O God let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me: make haste O God to helpe me.
7Whyther can I go from thy spirite: or whyther can I flee away from thy face?
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.
5For the panges of death closed me about: the fludes of Belial put me in feare.
12After that, shall there come vnto me a strong wynde from those places, & then wyll I also geue sentence vpon them.
9If I take the wynges of the morning: and go to dwell in the vttermost part of the sea.
4For thou hast ben a strength vnto the poore, and a succour for the needie in his trouble, a refuge against euill weather, a shadow against the heate: for the blast of raging men is like a storme that casteth downe a wall.
19And behold there came a mightie great wind from beyond the wildernesse, and smote the foure corners of the house, whiche fell vpon thy children, and they are dead: and I am gotten away alone to tell thee.
1A Psalme of Dauid. O God I call vpon thee, haste thee vnto me: geue eare vnto my voyce whylest I crye vnto thee.
19Beholde, the stormie weather of the Lorde that is his indignation, shall go foorth, and a violent whirlewinde shall fall downe vpon the head of the vngodly.
2And that man shalbe vnto men as a defence for the winde, and as a refuge for the tempest, lyke as a ryuer of water in a thirstie place, and the shadowe of a great rocke in a drye lande.
4And I saide: I am cast away out of thy sight, yet wyll I loke againe toward thyne holy temple.
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.
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
17He troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause,
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
9As a greene thorne kindled with fyre, goeth out before your pottes be made whot: euen so let a furious rage bring him to naught.
9Out of the south commeth the tempest, and colde out from the north winde.
16Wheras I neuerthelesse obediently folowed thee as a sheephearde, & haue not vncalled taken this office vpon me, this knowest thou well: my wordes also were ryght before thee.
12Truely he was not mine enemie that hath done me this dishonour, for then I coulde haue borne it: neither was he one that seemed to hate me that dyd magnifie hym selfe against me, for then I woulde haue hyd my selfe from him.
16As for me I wyll crye vnto the Lord: and God wyll saue me.
22Haste thee to helpe me: O Lorde my saluation.
25For he commaundeth and causeth a stormie winde to arise: and he lifteth vp on high his waues.
8Thou wylt punishe it in the braunches, yet not beyonde measure: for in the day that the east winde bloweth sore, it taketh away the fruites.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
3For thou hast ben my hope: and a strong towre for me against the face of the enemie.