Psalms 94:17
If God had not ben an ayde vnto me: it had not fayled much but my soule had dwelled in silence.
If God had not ben an ayde vnto me: it had not fayled much but my soule had dwelled in silence.
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18 But when I sayde my foote hath slypped: thy mercy O God helde me vp.
19 In the multitude of my cogitations from the bottome of my heart: thy comfortes dyd recreate my soule.
1 A song of high degrees, of Dauid. If God him selfe had not ben of our side Israel may now say:
2 if God him self had not ben of our side when men rose vp against vs,
3 Then they had swalowed vs vp quicke: when their wrath was so inflamed against vs.
16 Who will ryse vp with me agaynst the malicious? or who wyll take my part agaynst workers of wickednesse?
13 If I had not beleued veryly to see the goodnes of God in the lande of the liuing: their spite had kylled me.
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.
10 Heare me O God, and haue mercy vppon me: O God be thou my helper.
13 Thou hast thrust sore at me, that I might fall: but God dyd ayde me
92 If my delight had not ben in thy lawe: I shoulde haue perished in myne affliction.
19 When they had preuented me in the daye of my calamitie: the Lorde stayed me vp.
26 Helpe me O my Lorde: oh saue me according to thy mercy.
22 But God is to me a refuge: and my Lorde is the rocke of my confidence.
1 Vnto thee I crye O God my strength, make not as though thou were deafe at me: lest if thou holdest thy peace, I become like them that go downe into the graue.
2 Many say of my soule: there is no saluation for it in God. Selah.
6 God gardeth the simple: I was brought to the extremitie, and he preserued me.
7 Returne O my soule vnto thy rest: for God hath rewarded thee.
8 For thou O Lorde hast deliuered my soule from death: myne eyes from teares, and my feete from fallyng.
4 Lest myne enemie say, I haue preuayled agaynst hym: lest they that trouble me reioyce yf I shoulde be remoued.
2 Neuerthelesse, my feete were almost gone from me: my steppes had almost slypt.
18 They preuented me in the day of my trouble: but God was vnto me a sure stay.
3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
14 But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
4 When I loked vpon my ryght hande and sawe rounde about me there was no man that woulde knowe me: I had no place to flee vnto, and no man cared for my soule.
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.
1 A song of high degrees. I will lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles: from whence my helpe shall come.
2 My helpe commeth from God: who hath made heauen and earth.
4 but I called vpon the name of God: saying O God, I beseche thee deliuer my soule
8 For mine eyes loke vnto thee O God the Lorde: in thee is my trust, cast not my soule out of me.
13 O God let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me: make haste O God to helpe me.
19 But be not thou farre from me O God: thou art my strength, make haste to helpe me.
2 Lest he like a Lion seasoneth on my soule: teareth it in peeces, hauyng no rescue.
7 I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
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.
16 For I sayde heare me lest that they shoulde triumph on me: who auaunce them selues greatly agaynst me when my foote doth slyp.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
18 The Lorde hath greatly chastened me: but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
18 He hath redeemed my soule through peace from the battayle that was against me: for there were many with me.
1 A song of high degrees. When I was in trouble I called vpon God: and he hearde me.
1 To the chiefe musition vpon Iudethun, a psalme of Dauid. My soule truly only stayeth vpon the Lorde: for of him commeth my saluation.
6 Blessed be God: for he hath hearde the voyce of mine humble petitions.
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.
4 Turne thee O God, and deliuer my soule: Oh saue me for thy mercies sake.
22 Thou hast seene this O God, holde not thy tongue then: go not farre from me O Lorde.
1 The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. Holde not thy tongue: O thou the Lorde of my prayse.
11 O go not far fro me, for trouble is harde at hande: and there is none to helpe me.