Psalms 91:3
For he wyll delyuer thee from the snare of the hunter: and from the noysome pestilence.
For he wyll delyuer thee from the snare of the hunter: and from the noysome pestilence.
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4He wyll couer thee vnder his wynges, & thou shalt be safe vnder his fethers: his faythfulnesse shalbe thy shielde and buckler.
5Thou shalt not be afrayde of any terrour of the nyght: nor of any arrowe that sleeth by day,
6Nor of any pestilence that walketh in the darknesse: nor of any deadly fyt that destroyeth at hygh noone.
7A thousande shall fall beside thee, and ten thousande at thy ryght hande: but it shall not come nygh thee.
1Whosoeuer sitteth vnder the couer of the most highest: he shal abide vnder the shadowe of the almightie.
2I wyll say vnto God, thou art my hope and my fortresse: my Lorde, in whom I wyll trust.
9For thou O God art my hope: thou hast set thine habitation very hygh.
10There shall no euyll lyght on thee: neither shall any plague come nye thy dwellyng.
11For he wyll geue his angels charge ouer thee: to kepe thee in all thy wayes.
12They wyll beare thee in their handes: that thou hurt not thy foote agaynst a stone.
13Thou shalt set thy foote vppon the Lion and Adder: the young Lion and the Dragon thou shalt treade vnder thy feete.
14Because he hath set greatly his loue vpon me, therfore wyll I deliuer hym: I wyll set hym vp out of all daunger, because he hath knowen my name.
15He shall call vpon me, and I wyll heare hym: yea I am with hym in trouble, I wyll deliuer hym, and bryng hym to honour.
7Our soule is escaped, euen as a byrde out of the snare of the fouler: the snare is broken, and we be escaped.
5Saue thy self as a Doe from the hand of the hunter and as a byrde from the hande of the fouler.
3For thou hast ben my hope: and a strong towre for me against the face of the enemie.
9Kepe me from the snare which they haue layde foorth for me: and from the trappes of them that be workers of iniquitie.
21The Lorde shall make the pestilence cleaue vnto thee, vntyll he haue consumed thee from of the lande whyther thou goest to enioy it.
19He shall deliuer thee in sixe troubles, & in the seuenth there shall no euil come to thee.
20In hunger he shall saue thee from death, and when it is warre, from the power of the sworde.
21Thou shalt be hyd from the scourge of the tongue, & when destruction commeth thou shalt not neede to feare.
10The snare is layde for him in the grounde, and a pitfall in the way.
2God wyll preserue hym & kepe him aliue: he shalbe blessed vpon the earth, and thou O God wylt not deliuer him into the wyll of his enemies.
3God wyll comfort hym when he lyeth sicke vpon his bed: thou O God wylt turne vpside downe all his bed in his sicknesse.
26For the Lorde shall stande by thy side, & kepe thy foote that thou be not taken.
7Thou art my refuge, thou wylt preserue me from trouble: thou wylt compasse me about with songes of deliueraunce. Selah.
9Delyuer me O God from myne enemies: I hyde my selfe with thee.
3He 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.
9They haue inclosed them selues in their owne fat: with their mouth they speake proude thynges.
10Therefore art thou compassed about with snares, & sodenly vexed with feare.
3He wyll not suffer thy foote to moue: he wyll not sleepe that kepeth thee.
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.
7God wyll preserue thee from all euill: he wyll preserue thy soule.
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.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. In God I put my trust: howe say ye then to my soule, that she shoulde flee as a byrde from your hyll.
48It 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.
19To deliuer their soules from death: and to preserue their liues in dearth.
21And I will rid thee out of the handes of the wicked, and deliuer thee out of the handes of tirauntes.
27The feare of the Lorde is a well of lyfe, to auoyde the snares of death.
3God 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.
26And thy carkasse shalbe meate vnto all maner foules of the ayre, and vnto the beastes of the earth, and no man shall fray them away.
40And 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.
18For doubtlesse I wyll saue thee, so that thou shalt not perishe with the sworde: but thy lyfe shalbe saued, and that because thou hast put thy trust in me, saith the Lorde.
5For 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.
20Thou hydest them priuily in thyne owne presence from the raginges of all men: thou kepest them secretly as in a tabernacle from the strife of tongues.
4Who redeemeth thy lyfe from destruction: and crowneth thee with mercie and louyng kyndnesse.
5Can a birde fal in a snare vpon the earth where no fouler is? or wil he take vp the snare from the earth, and haue taken nothing at all?
2God is my stony rocke & my fortresse, and my delyuerer: my Lorde, my castell in whom I wyll trust, my buckler, the horne of my saluation, & my refuge.
19Great are the troubles of the righteous: but God deliuereth him out of all.
16He shall sucke the gall of serpentes, and the adders tongue shall slay him: