Psalms 116:6
The LORDE preserueth ye symple, I was brought downe, and he helped me.
The LORDE preserueth ye symple, I was brought downe, and he helped me.
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4I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
5Gracious is ye LORDE & rightuous, yee oure God is mercifull.
13They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.
14The LORDE is my stregth, & my songe, & is become my saluacion.
7Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.
8And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
26That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
1Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
6This poore man cried vnto the LORDE, and he herde him, yee and delyuered him out of all his troubles.
2O kepe my soule, for I am holy: my God, helpe thy seruaunt that putteth his trust in the.
10Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
6Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
19They ouertoke me in the tyme of my trouble, but the LORDE was my succoure.
20He broughte me forth in to liberty: he delyuered me, because he had a fauoure vnto me.
18They preuented me in the tyme of my trouble, but ye LORDE was my defence.
19He brought me forth also into lyberte: & delyuered me, because he had a fauor vnto me.
5Sela I layed me downe and slepte, but I rose vp agayne, for the LORDE susteyned me.
2O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
3Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
13For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
40The LORDE shal stode by them, and saue them: he shal delyuer them from the vngodly, and helpe the, because they put their trust in him.
1When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
6The LORDE setteth vp ye meke, & bryngeth ye vngodly downe to ye groude
5I called vpon the LORDE in trouble, and the LORDE herde me at large.
6The LORDE is my helper, I wil not feare what man doeth vnto me.
4Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
2Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
6For though the LORDE be hye, yet hath he respecte vnto ye lowly: as for ye proude, he beholdeth him afarre off.
2My helpe cometh euen from the LORDE, which hath made heauen and earth.
14The LORDE vpholdeth all soch as shulde fall, and lifteth vp all those that be downe.
11Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
7The LORDE preserueth the from all euell, yee it is the LORDE thath kepeth thy soule.
17Yf the LORDE had not helped me, my soule had allmost bene put to sylence.
18When I sayde: my fote hath slipped, thy mercy (o LORDE) helde me vp.
4Sela. But lo, God is my helper: it is he that vpholdeth my soule.
6For they regarde not the workes of the LORDE, ner the operacion of his hades: therfore shal he breake them downe, and not buylde them vp.
7Praysed be ye LORDE, for he hath herde the voyce of my humble peticio.
16In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
18The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
1I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
1Blessed is he, yt considreth ye poore: ye LORDE shal delyuer him in the tyme of trouble.
13O LORDE, let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me, make haist (o LORDE) to helpe me. Let them be ashamed and cofounded, that seke after my soule, to destroie it: let them fall backwarde and be put to confucion, that wysh me euell.
14I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
17Thou art my helper & redemer, make no longe tariege, o my God.
6Therfore shal they be brought in greate feare, for God stondeth by the generacion of the rightuous.
12For I delyuered ye poore whe he cried, & the fatherlesse yt wanted helpe.
146Yee euen vpo the do I call, helpe me, and I shal kepe yi testimonies.
1I am wel pleased, yt the LORDE hath herde ye voyce of my prayer.
6Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.