Psalms 9:13
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.
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.
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14That I may shewe all thy prayses within the gates of the daughter of Sion: and reioyce in thy saluation.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
10Heare me O God, and haue mercy vppon me: O God be thou my helper.
7I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
26Helpe me O my Lorde: oh saue me according to thy mercy.
3The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,
4but I called vpon the name of God: saying O God, I beseche thee deliuer my soule
16Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
17The sorowes of myne heart are encreased: O bryng thou me out of my distresse.
10But be thou mercifull vnto me O God: rayse me vp agayne, and I shall rewarde them.
13O God let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me: make haste O God to helpe me.
4Turne thee O God, and deliuer my soule: Oh saue me for thy mercies sake.
13For great is thy mercy towarde me: and thou hast deliuered my soule from the lowest part of hell.
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.
6Consider my complaynt, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecutours, for they are to strong for me.
11For thy names sake O God thou wilt cause me to lyue: and for thy righteousnesse sake thou wilt bryng my soule out of trouble.
2Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
3Loke downe and heare me O God my Lorde: lighten myne eyes, lest that I sleepe in death.
4Lest myne enemie say, I haue preuayled agaynst hym: lest they that trouble me reioyce yf I shoulde be remoued.
12For he maketh inquisition of blood: he remembreth it, and forgetteth not the complaynt of the poore.
21But thou O God my Lorde, do vnto me according vnto thy name: for sweete is thy mercy.
8Cause me to heare of thy louyng kindnesse betymes in the mornyng: for in thee is my trust. Make me to knowe the way that I shoulde walke in: for I lyft vp my soule vnto thee.
9Delyuer me O God from myne enemies: I hyde my selfe with thee.
1A song of high degrees. Out of the deepe I haue called vnto thee O God: O Lorde heare my voyce.
7Hearken vnto my voyce O god, when I crye vnto thee: haue mercy vpon me and heare me.
18Draw nigh vnto my soule & redeeme it: for myne enemies sake oh redeeme me.
9They haue inclosed them selues in their owne fat: with their mouth they speake proude thynges.
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.
18The Lorde hath greatly chastened me: but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
19Open me the gates of ryghteousnesse, I wyll enter in by them: that I may geue thankes vnto the Lorde.
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.
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.
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.
2O God my Lord I cryed vnto thee: and thou hast healed me.
3Thou God hast raysed vp my soule from the graue: thou hast preserued my life from them that go downe into ye pit.
22Let all their wickednesse come before thee, and do thou to them as thou hast done vnto me for all my trespasses: for my sorowe is very great, and my heart is heauy.
20Consider (O Lorde) howe I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my heart turneth about in me, and I am full of heauinesse, because I rebelled stubburnly: the sworde hurteth me without, and within I am lyke vnto death.
3For 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.
5The panges of a graue haue compassed me about: the snares of death ouertoke me.
11Let the sorowfull sighing of the prisoners come before thee, accordyng vnto the greatnes of thy power: preserue thou those that are appoynted to dye.
1Siggaion 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.
19Consider myne enemies, for they do multiplie: and they beare a tirannous hate against me.
6The sorowes of hell compassed me about, the snares of death ouertoke me.
8Neuerthelesse, when thou dydst turne thy face, I was troubled: then I cryed vnto thee O God, then made I my humble prayers to thee my Lorde.
13Oh spare me a litle, that I may recouer my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seene.
8For thou O Lorde hast deliuered my soule from death: myne eyes from teares, and my feete from fallyng.
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.
29As for me I am afflicted and in heauinesse: thy sauing helpe O Lorde shal defende me.
15My time is in thy hande, deliuer me from the hande of mine enemies: and from them that persecute me.
1To 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.