Psalms 11:1
In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
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1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
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.
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
2 Lest he hantch vp my soule like a lyon, & teare it in peces, whyle there is none to helpe.
8 Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the.
9 Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
11 Yee in God do I trust, & am not afraied: what ca man the do vnto me?
2 He shal saye vnto ye LORDE: o my hope, & my stronge holde, my God, in who I wil trust.
1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) be mercifull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in ye: & vnder the shadowe of thy wynges shalbe my refuge, vntill wickednesse be ouerpast.
3 Neuerthelesse, whe I am afrayed, I put my trust in the.
4 I wil comforte my self in Gods worde, yee I wil hope in God, and not feare: What can flesh then do vnto me?
8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
1 In the, O LORDE, is my trust: let me neuer be put to cofucion, but delyuer me in thy rightuousnesse.
2 Bowe downe thine eare to me, make haist to delyuer me:
2 and he sayde. The LORDE is my stony rock, & my castell, and my delyuerer.
3 God is my strength, in him wyl I put my trust: my shylde & the horne of my saluacion, my defence & my refuge, my Sauioure, thou shalt helpe me from violent wronge.
1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
2 I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies.
1 In the, o LORDE, is my trust, let me neuer be put to cofucio, but rydde me & delyuer me thorow thy rightuousnesse: encline thine eare vnto me, & helpe me.
2 Be thou my stronge holde (where vnto I maye allwaye fle) thou that hast promised to helpe me: for thou art my house of defence & my castell.
3 Delyuer me (o my God) out of ye hade of the vngodly, out of the hande of the vnrightuous & cruell man.
5 For in the tyme of trouble he hath hyd me in his tabernacle, yee in the secrete place of his dwellinge hath he kepte and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone.
3 Oh set me vp vpo an hye rocke. For thou art my hope, a stronge tower for me agaynst the enemie.
4 I will dwell in thy tabernacle for euer, that I maye be safe vnder the couerynge of thy wynges.
20 O kepe my soule, and delyuer me: let me not be confounded, for I haue put my trust in the.
22 But the LORDE is my refuge, my God is the stregth of my confidece.
6 Lo, then wolde I get me awaye farre of, and remayne in the wildernesse.
7 ye snare is broke, and we are delyuered.
1 Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
1 I lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles, fro whence commeth my helpe?
8 Destroie their tonges (o LORDE) and deuyde them, for I se vnrightuousnes & strife in ye cite.
3 Drawe out thy swearde, and stoppe the waye agaynst them that persecute me, saye vnto my soule: I am yi helpe.
14 Then chatred I like a swalowe, and like a Crane, and mourned as a doue. I lift vp myne eyes in to ye hight: O LORDE, (sayde I) violence is done vnto me, be thou suertie for me.
4 I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill.
2 Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
7 In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.
4 For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.
2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
2 My hope and my castell, my defence and my delyuerer, my shylde in whom I trust, which gouerneth the people that is vnder me.
6 Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
9 For thou LORDE art my hope, thou hast set thy house of defence very hye.
8 It is better to trust in the LORDE, then to put eny confidence in man.
11 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet thanke him for the helpe of his countenaunce, and because he is my God.
8 He trusted in God, let him delyuer him: let him helpe hi, yf he wil haue him.
1 Be thou my iudge (O LORDE) for I walke innocently: my trust is in the LORDE, therfore shall I not fall.
1 The LORDE is my light and my health: whom then shulde I feare? the LORDE is the strength of my life, for whom the shulde I be afrayed?
7 Sela. For this shal euery saynte make his prayer vnto the in due season, therfore shall not the greate water floudes come nye him.