Psalms 57:4
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.
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.
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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.
12 Many oxen are come about me: fat bulles of Bashan close me in on euery syde.
13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes: as it were a rampyng and a roryng lion.
14 I am as it were into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16 For dogges are come about me, the assemble of the wicked lay siege agaynst me: they haue pearced my handes and my feete, I may tell all my bones.
17 Lorde howe long wylt thou looke vpon this: O deliuer my soule from their raginges, and my dearling from Lions whelpes.
12 Aryse O God, preuent his commyng, make hym to bowe: delyuer thou my soule from the vngodly which is thy sworde.
13 Deliuer thou me O God from men which be thy hande: from men, from the worlde, whose portion is in this lyfe, whose bellyes thou fyllest with thy priuie treasure.
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.
5 Exalt thy selfe O God aboue the heauen: thy glory is aboue all the earth.
6 They haue prepared a net for my feete, that some man might presse downe my soule: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the midst of it them selues. Selah.
10 He layeth wayte for me lyke a beare, and as a lion in a hole.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
6 Breake their teeth O Lorde in their mouthes: smite a sunder the chawe bones of Lions O God.
4 So much as sharpe arrowes of a strong man in thy sydes: with Iuniper coales powred on thy head.
13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
10 The roring of the lion, and the voyce of the lion, and the teeth of the lions whelpes are pulled out.
11 The lion perisheth for lake of pray, & the lions whelpes are scattered abrode.
3 For lo, they lye in wayte for my soule: men of power are gathered together against me who haue committed no wickednes nor fault O God.
2 He 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,
3 Bryng foorth the speare, and stop the way against them that persecute me: say vnto my soule, I am thy saluation.
10 For myne enemies speake against me: and they that lay awayte for my soule take their counsayle together.
14 O God, the proude are rysen against me: a companie of outragious naughtipackes haue sought after my soule, and haue not set thee before their eyes.
20 Delyuer my soule from the sworde: and my dearlyng from the dogges pawes.
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.
4 My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
12 They swarmed about me lyke bees, and they be extinguished as the fire made of thornes: for I trusted in the name of God that I should destroy them.
2 Myne enemies are dayly in hande to swalowe me vp: for they be many that fight against me, O thou most highest.
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.
9 His wrath hath torne me he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes.
3 They haue sharpened their tongue lyke a serpent: Adders poyson is vnder their lippes. Selah.
4 Kepe me O God from the handes of the vngodly: preserue me from the outragious man, who haue deuised to thrust my feete from me.
5 The 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.
13 I thought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me.
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.
6 For a nation is come vp vpon my lande, mightie and without number: his teeth are as the teeth of a lion, and he hath the iawes of a great lion.
18 He hath redeemed my soule through peace from the battayle that was against me: for there were many with me.
2 When the malitious approched neare vnto me for to eate vp my fleshe: mine enemies and foes stumbled and fell.
5 Then let myne enemie persecute my soule and take me: yea, let hym put me to death, and lay myne honour in the dust. Selah.
2 Deliuer my soule O God from false lyppes: & from a deceiptful tongue.
3 For straungers are rysen vp against me: and tirauntes whiche haue not the Lorde before their eyes, seeke after my soule. Selah.
4 Behold, God is an ayde vnto me: the Lorde is with them that vpholde my soule.
6 My soule hath dwelt long: with hym that hateth peace.
2 For the mouth of the vngodly and the mouth of the deceiptfull is opened vpon me: they haue spoken against me with a false tongue.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
9 And they that seeke my soule to oppresse it: shall go vnder the earth.
10 Euery one of them shalbe killed with the edge of a sworde: and they shalbe a portion for Foxes.