Psalms 57:3
He wyll sende from heauen, and saue me from the reproofe of him that woulde deuour me vp, Selah: the Lorde wyll sende foorth his mercie and trueth.
He wyll sende from heauen, and saue me from the reproofe of him that woulde deuour me vp, Selah: the Lorde wyll sende foorth his mercie and trueth.
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1 To 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.
2 I wyll call vnto the most high Lorde: euen vnto the Lord that wil perfourme the cause which I haue in hande.
26 Helpe me O my Lorde: oh saue me according to thy mercy.
16 As for me I wyll crye vnto the Lord: and God wyll saue me.
1 Siggaion 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.
2 Lest he like a Lion seasoneth on my soule: teareth it in peeces, hauyng no rescue.
4 My soule is among Lions, and I lye among those that are set on fire: among the children of men whose teeth are speares and arrowes, and their tongue a sharpe sword.
5 Exalt thy selfe O God aboue the heauen: thy glory is aboue all the earth.
1 To the chiefe musition as concerning the dumbe doue in a farre countrey, the golden psalme of Dauid, when the Philistines toke him in Geth. Be mercifull vnto me O Lorde: for man goeth about to deuour me, he dayly fyghtyng, oppresseth me.
2 Myne enemies are dayly in hande to swalowe me vp: for they be many that fight against me, O thou most highest.
3 Neuerthelesse at all times as I am afraide: I put my whole trust in thee.
3 I wyll call vpon God, who is most worthy to be praysed: so I shall be safe from myne enemies.
17 He sent from aboue and toke me: he drew me out of many waters.
16 He hath sent downe from aboue to fetch me: he hath taken me out of many waters.
17 He hath deliuered me from my strong enemie: and from them which hate me, for they were to stout for me.
13 Haue mercy on me O God: consider the trouble whiche I suffer of them that hate me, lift me vp from the gates of death.
3 God 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.
4 I will call on the Lorde which is prayse worthy: and so shall I be saued from myne enemies.
11 Withdrawe not thou thy mercie from me O God: let thy louyng kyndnesse and thy trueth alway preserue me.
13 For great is thy mercy towarde me: and thou hast deliuered my soule from the lowest part of hell.
13 But I make my prayer vnto thee O God in an acceptable tyme: heare me O Lord in the multitude of thy mercie, according to the trueth of thy saluation.
2 Many say of my soule: there is no saluation for it in God. Selah.
4 I dyd call vpon God with my voyce, and he hearde me out of his holy hyll. Selah.
10 Who geueth victorie vnto kynges: who redeemeth Dauid his seruaunt from peryll of the sworde.
10 My mercifull Lord wyll preuent me: the Lord will let me see my desire vpon mine enemies.
1 Iudge me O Lorde, and debate my cause with an vnnaturall people: oh delyuer me from the deceiptfull and wicked man.
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.
3 Sende foorth thy light and thy trueth: that they may leade me and direct me vnto thy holy hyll, & to thy tabernacles.
14 Deliuer me from blood O Lorde, the Lorde of my saluation: and my tongue shall sing with a ioyfull noyse of thy iustice.
2 ridde me and deliuer me in thy ryghteousnesse, incline thine eare vnto me, and saue me.
7 Arise vp O God, saue thou me O my Lorde: for thou hast smitten all myne enemies vpon the cheeke bone, thou hast broken the teeth of the vngodly.
48 It is he that is the aucthour of my deliuerie from myne enemies: and he hath set me vp aboue them that rose agaynst me, he hath ridde me from the wicked man.
18 He hath redeemed my soule through peace from the battayle that was against me: for there were many with me.
5 But I repose my trust in thy mercie, and my heart is ioyfull in thy saluation:
16 As 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.
17 Unto thee O my strength will I sing psalmes: for thou O Lorde art my refuge, and my mercyfull Lorde.
1 To the chiefe musition, destroy not, a golden psalme of Dauid, when Saul sent, and they did watch the house to kill him. Deliuer me from myne enemies O Lorde: defende me fro them that rise vp against me.
17 Lorde howe long wylt thou looke vpon this: O deliuer my soule from their raginges, and my dearling from Lions whelpes.
40 And God wyll ayde them and deliuer them, he wyl deliuer them from the vngodly: and he wyll saue them, because they put their trust in him.
29 As for me I am afflicted and in heauinesse: thy sauing helpe O Lorde shal defende me.
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.
5 For 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.
7 Shewe thy marueylous louyng kindnesse: thou that art the sauiour of them that trust in thee, from such as ryse vp agaynst thy ryght hande.
10 Heare me O God, and haue mercy vppon me: O God be thou my helper.
6 Lo this same poore man hath cryed: and God hath hearde hym, and saued hym out of all his troubles.
7 In the Lorde is my health and my glory: my trust is in the Lorde the fortresse of my force.
7 Thou art my refuge, thou wylt preserue me from trouble: thou wylt compasse me about with songes of deliueraunce. Selah.
2 Let him sende thee helpe from the sanctuarie: and ayde thee out of Sion.
10 For the greatnes of thy mercie reacheth vnto the heauens: and thy trueth vnto the cloudes.
3 For thou hast ben my hope: and a strong towre for me against the face of the enemie.