Psalms 74:23
Forget not the voyce of thine enemies: the mutteryng of them that hate thee ascendeth vp continually.
Forget not the voyce of thine enemies: the mutteryng of them that hate thee ascendeth vp continually.
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22Arise O Lord, mayntayne thine owne cause: remember the dishonour that the foolishe man doth vnto thee dayly.
1A song, the psalme of Asaph. Holde not thy tongue O Lorde: kepe not styll scilence, refraine not thy selfe O Lorde.
2For beholde, thyne enemies make an vprore: and they that hate thee, haue lifted vp their head.
18Remember this O God, the enemie hath dishonoured: and the foolishe people hath blasphemed thy name.
19O deliuer not the soule of thy turtle doue vnto a wylde beast: forget not the congregation of the poore for euer.
3Lyft vp thy feete for to destroy vtterly euery enemie: which hath done euyll in thy sanctuarie.
4Thyne aduersaries roare in the myddest of thy congregations: and set vp their banners for signes of victorie.
11He sayeth in his heart, tushe, the Lord hath forgotten: he hydeth away his face, and he wyll neuer see it.
12Aryse vp O Lorde God: lift vp thine hande, forget not the afflicted.
1A psalme of Dauid when he fled from the face of Absalom his sonne. O God howe are myne enemies increased? many do ryse vp against me.
23Yet Lorde thou knowest all their counsayle, that they haue deuised to slay me, forgeue not their wickednesse, and let not their sinnes be put out of thy sight, but let them be iudged before thee as giltie: this do thou vnto them in the tyme of thine indignation.
3For straungers are rysen vp against me: and tirauntes whiche haue not the Lorde before their eyes, seeke after my soule. Selah.
10For myne enemies speake against me: and they that lay awayte for my soule take their counsayle together.
20Who do speake vnto thee in guilefull maner: thou art O God exalted in vayne to thyne enemies.
21Do not I hate them O God that hate thee? and am not I greeued with those that rise vp agaynst thee?
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.
5Then let myne enemie persecute my soule and take me: yea, let hym put me to death, and lay myne honour in the dust. Selah.
6Arise O God in thy wrath, and stand thou vp agaynst the rage of myne enemies: stirre thou for me according to the iudgement whiche thou hast geuen.
19Consider myne enemies, for they do multiplie: and they beare a tirannous hate against me.
10O Lorde shall the aduersarie do this dishonour continually? shall the enemie blaspheme thy name for euer?
4Lest myne enemie say, I haue preuayled agaynst hym: lest they that trouble me reioyce yf I shoulde be remoued.
12Deliuer me not into mine aduersaries handes: for there are false witnesses rysen vp against me, and such as speake wrong.
1To 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?
2Howe 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?
16for to heare the voyce of the slaunderer & blasphemer, and for to see the enemie and the auenger.
2Myne enemies are dayly in hande to swalowe me vp: for they be many that fight against me, O thou most highest.
19But myne enemies lyuyng without payne are mightie: & they that hate me wrongfully are increased in number.
9I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
10It 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?
19O let not my deceiptfull enemies triumph ouer me: let them not winke with an eye, that hate me without a cause.
23Stirre vp O Lorde, why slepest thou? awake & be not absent from vs for euer:
24wherfore hydest thou thy face, and forgettest our miserie and tribulation?
62The lippes of mine enemies, and their deuises that they take against me al the day long.
7Therfore myne enemie shalbe founde as the vngodly, and he that taketh part against me, as the vnrighteous.
24Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thyne enemie?
19Aryse vp O God, let not man preuaile: let the Heathen in thy sight be iudged.
51Who beyng thine enemies O God do dishonour: who do dishonour the footsteppes of thine annoynted.
139My zeale hath consumed me: because myne aduersaries haue forgotten thy wordes.
8Myne enemies reuile me all the day long: and they that are in a rage against me, make their oth by me.
14O 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.
12For he maketh inquisition of blood: he remembreth it, and forgetteth not the complaynt of the poore.
49He 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.
11But the Lorde stoode by me lyke a mightie giaunt, therefore my persecutours fell and coulde do nothing: they shalbe sore confounded, for they haue done vnwisely, they shall haue an euerlasting shame, which shall neuer be forgotten.
6Thou hast made vs a strife vnto our neighbours: and our enemies laugh vs to scorne.
5His wayes are alwayes greeuous, but thy iudgementes are farre aboue out of his sight: and therfore he snuffeth at all his enemies.
19The Lorde who sitteth a ruler from the beginning, wyll heare me and afflict them, Selah: forsomuche as there is no chaunge in them, and for that they do not feare God.
5Myne enemies speake euyl of me: when shall he dye, and his name perishe?
12Upon my right hande ryse the young men against me, they haue hurt my feete, treading vpon me as vpon the wayes of their destruction.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. Holde not thy tongue: O thou the Lorde of my prayse.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid, which is a song. In case the Lorde woulde aryse, his enemies woulde be scattered: and they that hate hym woulde flee from his face.