Psalms 71:6
Through thee haue I ben mayntayned euer since I was borne: thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, my praise shalbe alway of thee.
Through thee haue I ben mayntayned euer since I was borne: thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, my praise shalbe alway of thee.
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9But thou art he that tokest me out of my mothers wombe: thou causedst me to trust in thee, suckyng my mothers breastes.
10I haue ben left vnto thee euer since I was borne: thou art my God euen from my mothers wombe.
11O go not far fro me, for trouble is harde at hande: and there is none to helpe me.
7I am become as it were a monster vnto many: but my sure trust is in thee.
8Oh let my mouth be fylled: with thy prayse and glorie all the day long.
13For thou hast my reynes in thy possession: thou didst couer me in my mothers wombe.
14I wyll confesse it vnto thee, for that thy doynges are to be dreaded, I am made after a marueylous sort: thy workes be marueylous, and that my soule knoweth ryght well.
15The substaunce of my body was not hyd from thee: when I was made in secrete and fashioned with distinct members in my mothers wombe.
16Thyne eyes dyd see me when I was most imperfect: and in thy booke were written euery day of them wherin the partes of my body were shaped, and no one of them were knowen vnto thee.
5For thou O Lorde God art the thyng that I long for: thou art my hope euen from my youth.
18(For from my youth it hath growen vp with me as with a father, and from my mothers wombe I haue ben guyde to the wydowe)
17Why sluest thou not me assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe? or that my mother had ben my graue her selfe, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her?
18Wherefore came I foorth of my mothers wombe? to haue experience of labour and sorowe, and to leade my lyfe with shame?
17Thou O God hast taught me from my youth: and hytherto I can well declare thy wonderous workes.
1Ye Isles hearken vnto me, and take heede ye people from farre: The Lord hath called me from my birth, and made mention of my name from my mothers wombe:
2He 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,
3Hearken vnto me O house Iacob, and all ye that remaine yet of the house of Israel, whom I haue borne from your mothers wombe, and brought you vp from your byrth.
5Beholde, I was ingendred in iniquitie: and in sinne my mother conceaued me.
10For my father and mother forsoke me: and God did take me vp.
12And when I am in my best case, thou vpholdest me: and thou wylt set me before thy face for euer.
1The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.
5Before I fashioned thee in thy mothers wombe, I dyd knowe thee: and or euer thou wast borne, I sanctified thee, and ordeyned thee to be a prophete vnto the people.
1A psalme whiche is a song of the dedication of the house of Dauid. I wyll exalt thee O God, for thou hast exalted me: and hast not made my foes to triumph ouer me.
23Neuerthelesse I am alway with thee: for thou hast holden me by my ryght hande.
28Thou art my Lorde, and I wyll confesse it vnto thee: thou art my Lorde and I wyll magnifie thee.
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
10Because it shut not vp the doores of my mothers wombe, nor hyd sorowe from myne eyes.
11Alas why died I not in the birth? why dyd not I perishe assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe?
12Why set they me vpon their knees? why gaue they me sucke with their brestes?
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.
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.
7Because thou hast ben my helper: therfore vnder the shadowe of thy wynges do I reioyce.
16He hath sent downe from aboue to fetch me: he hath taken me out of many waters.
3For when I my selfe was my fathers deare sonne, and tenderly beloued of my mother:
2Out of the mouth of very babes and sucklinges thou hast layde the foundation of thy strength for thyne aduersaries sake: that thou mightest styll the enemie and the auenger.
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.
21Thou hast brought me to greater honour then I had before: & thou returnyng hast comforted me on euery syde.
22Therfore I wyll confesse vnto thee thy trueth O Lorde, playing vpon an instrument of musicke: vnto thee I wyl syng psalmes vpon the harpe O thou most holy God of Israel.
27For this lad I prayed, and the Lorde hath geuen me my desyre whiche I asked of him:
3For thou hast ben my hope: and a strong towre for me against the face of the enemie.
14But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
17He sent from aboue and toke me: he drew me out of many waters.
1A prayer of Moyses the man of God. Lorde thou hast ben our habitation: from one generation to another generation.
4Take me out of the net that they haue layde priuily for me: for thou art my strength.
117Holde thou me vp and I shalbe safe: and I will loke gladly vpon thy statutes alwayes.
8For thou O Lorde hast deliuered my soule from death: myne eyes from teares, and my feete from fallyng.
14As for me I wyll patiently wayte alway: and I wyll prayse thee more and more.
6I haue sayde vnto God, thou art my Lorde: heare the voyce of my prayers O God.
3Thou God hast raysed vp my soule from the graue: thou hast preserued my life from them that go downe into ye pit.
26He shall make inuocation vnto me: saying thou art my father O my God, and my fortresse of saluation.