Yet LORDE, thou knowest all their coucell, that they haue deuysed, to slaye me. And therfore forgeue them not their wickednes, and let not their synne be put out of thy sight: but let them be iudged before the as the giltie: This shalt thou do vnto the in ye tyme of thy indignacion.
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20 Do they not recompence euell for good, when they dygg a pyt for my soule? Remembre, how that I stode before the, to speake for the, ad to turne awaye thy wrath from them.
21 Therfore let their childre dye of hunger, and let them be oppressed with the swearde. Let their wyues be robbed of their childre, and become wyddowes: let their hu?bodes be slayne, let their yonge men be kylled with the swearde in the felde.
22 Let the noyse be herde out of their houses, when the murtherer cometh sodenly vpon them: For they haue digged a pit to take me, and layed snares for my fete.
21 They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.
22 From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.
18 Loke vpon my aduersite and misery, and forgeue me all my synnes.
19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
15 And that because his mynde was not to do good, but persecuted the poore helplesse, and him that was vexed at the herte, to slaye him.
10 Punysh them (o God) that they maye perish in their owne ymaginacions: cast them out because of the multitude of their vngodlinesse, for they rebell agaynst the.
3 But thou LORDE (to whom I am well knowne) thou that hast sene, & proued my herte, take them awaye, like as a flock is caried to the slaughter house, and apoynte them for the daye off slaughtinge.
15 O LORDE (sayde I then) thou knowest all thinges, therfore remembre me, ad viset me, delyuer me fro my persecuters: Receaue not my cause in yi loge wrath, yet thou knowest, that for thy sake I suffre rebuke.
18 Let my persecuters be confounded, but not me: let them be afrayed, and not me. Thou shalt bringe vpon the the tyme off their plage, and shalt destroye them right sore.
60 Thou hast well considred how they go aboute to do me harme, & that all their councels are agaynst me.
61 Thou hast herde their despytefull wordes (O LORDE) yee and all their ymaginacions agaynst me.
24 Let their eyes be blynded, that they se not: & euer bowe downe their backes.
27 For they persecute him whom thou hast smytten, & besyde thy woundes they haue geuen him moo.
28 Let them fall fro one wickednesse to another, & not come into thy rightuousnesse.
24 Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
19 But I (as a meke lambe) was caried awaye to be slayne: not knowinge, that they had deuysed soch a councel agaynst me, sayenge: We will destroye his meate with wod, and dryue him out of the londe of the lyuynge, that his name shal neuer be thought vpon.
20 Therfore I will beseke the now (o LORDE of hoostes) thou rightuous iudge, thou that tryest the reynes and the hertes: let me se the auenged of them, for vnto the haue I committed my cause.
9 Sela. Let the myschefe of their owne lippes fall vpon ye head of the, yt copase me aboute.
11 Slaye the not, lest my people forget it: but scatre the abrode with thy power & put the downe, o LORDE oure defence.
12 For ye synne of their mouth, for the wordes of their lippes, & because of their pryde, let the be taken: & why? their preachinge is of cursynge & lyes.
11 But the LORDE stode by me, like a mightie giaunte: therfore my persecuters fell, and coude do nothinge. They shal be sore confouded, for they haue done vnwisely, they shall haue an euerlastinge shame.
12 And now, o LORDE of hoostes, thou rightuous sercher) which knowest the reynes and the very hertes:) let me se them punyshed, for vnto the I committe my cause.
7 But in vayne, for it shal escape the: and why? thou (o God) in thy displeasure shalt cast downe soch people.
19 O let the not triuphe ouer me, that are myne enemies for naught: O let them not wyncke wt their eyes, that hate me without a cause.
27 Though they curse, yet blesse thou:
24 Therfore chaste thou vs (o LORDE) but with fauoure, and not in thy wrath, bringe vs not vtterly to naught.
20 But deale thou with me (o LORDE God) acordinge vnto thy name, for swete is thy mercy.
3 O plucke me not awaye amonge the vngodly and wicked doers, which speake frendly to their neghboure, but ymagin myschefe in their hertes.
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
3 My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
10 Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
3 Oure my?dedes preuayle agaynst vs, oh be thou mercyfull vnto oure synnes.
23 The bloudthurstie and disceatfull shal not lyue out half their daies. Neuerthelesse my trust is in the.
15 For I haue herde the blasphemy of the multitude: euery man abhorreth me: they haue gathered a councel together agaynst me, and are purposed to take awaye my life.
43 Thou hast couered vs in thy wrath, & persecuted vs, thou hast slayne vs without eny fauoure.
10 But be thou mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) rayse thou me vp, and I shal rewarde them.
19 Wilt thou not slaye ye wicked (oh God) that the bloudethyrstie mighte departe fro me?
20 For they speake vnright of the, thine enemies exalte them selues presumptuously.
28 I knowe thy wayes, thy goinge forth & thy comynge home, yee & thy madnesse agaynst me.
3 How longe wil ye ymagin myschefe agaynst euery man? ye shal be slayne all ye sorte of you: yee as a tottringe wall shal ye be, & like a broken hedge.
3 For lo, they lye waytinge for my soule: ye mightie me are gathered together against me, wt out eny offence or faute of me, o LORDE.
13 My mouth shal speake of thy rightuousnesse & sauynge health all the daye loge, for I knowe no ende therof.
13 Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.
5 I am fayne to paye the thinges yt I neuer toke. God, thou knowest my symplenesse, and my fautes are not hyd from the.
2 They cosidre not in their hertes, that I remebre all their wickednes. They go aboute wt their owne ynuencios, but I se them wel ynough.
2 Hyde me from the gatheringe together of ye frowarde, fro ye heape of wicked doers.
14 Let the soone be brought to shame, that crie ouer me: there there.