Psalms 118:7
The LORDE is my helper, & I shal se my desyre vpon myne enemies.
The LORDE is my helper, & I shal se my desyre vpon myne enemies.
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6 The LORDE is my helper, I wil not feare what man doeth vnto me.
10 God sheweth me his goodnesse plenteously, God letteth me se my desyre vpo myne enemies.
10 All Heithen compased me rounde aboute, but in the name of the LORDE wil I destroye the.
11 They kepte me in on euery syde, but in the name of the LORDE, I wil destroye them.
12 They came aboute me like bees, & were as hote as the fyre in the thornes, but in the name of the LORDE I wil destroye them.
13 They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.
14 The LORDE is my stregth, & my songe, & is become my saluacion.
4 Sela. But lo, God is my helper: it is he that vpholdeth my soule.
7 For thou hast delyuered me out of all my trouble, so that myne eye seyth his desyre vpo myne enemies.
11 Myne eye also shal se his lust of myne enemies,
21 I hate them (o LORDE) that hate the, & I maye not awaye with those that ryse vp agaynst the?
22 Yee I hate them right sore, therfore are they myne enemies.
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 Praysed be ye LORDE, for he hath herde the voyce of my humble peticio.
41 Thou hast made myne enemies to turne their backes vpo me, that I might destroye them that hate me.
40 Thou hast made myne enemies to turne their backes vpon me, thou hast destroyed the yt hated me.
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
10 Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
17 Shewe some toke vpon me for good, that they which hate me, maye se it and be ashamed: because thou LORDE hast helped me, & comforted me.
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.
17 He delyuered me fro my stronge enemies, and fro my foes which were to mightie for me.
18 They preuented me in the tyme of my trouble, but ye LORDE was my defence.
19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
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?
2 Therfore when the wicked (euen myne enemies & my foes) came vpon me, to eate vp my flesh, they stombled and fell.
3 Though an hoost of men were layed agaynst me, yet shal not my hert be afrayed: and though there rose vp warre against me, yet wil I put my trust in him.
18 He delyuered me fro my stronge enemye, from them that hated me, for they were to mightie for me.
19 They ouertoke me in the tyme of my trouble, but the LORDE was my succoure.
6 Into thy hondes I commende my sprete: thou hast delyuered me O LORDE thou God of treuth.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
8 It is better to trust in the LORDE, then to put eny confidence in man.
11 By this I knowe thou fauourest me, that my enemie shal not triumphe ouer me.
6 I am not afrayed for thousandes of the people, that copasse me rounde aboute.
13 O 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.
20 But deale thou with me (o LORDE God) acordinge vnto thy name, for swete is thy mercy.
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
24 The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
74 They that feare the, wil be glad when they se me, because I put my trust in thy worde.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
1 Stryue thou with them (o LORDE) that stryue wt me, fight thou agaynst them that fight agaynst me.
9 From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
1 Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
7 All they that hate me, runne together agaynst me, and ymagin euell agaynst me.
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.
8 His herte is stablished, he wil not shrencke, vntill he se his desyre vpon his enemies.
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.
8 I wil thanke the LORDE for geuynge me warnynge: my reynes also haue chastened me in the night season.