Psalms 119:61
The congregacions of the vngodly haue robbed me, but I forget not thy lawe.
The congregacions of the vngodly haue robbed me, but I forget not thy lawe.
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109 My soule is allwaye in my hode, yet do not I forget thy lawe.
110 The vngodly haue laied a snare for me, but yet swarue not I fro thy comaundemetes.
153 O considre my aduersite, & delyuer me, for I do not forget thy lawe.
51 The proude haue me greatly in derision, yet shrencke not I from thy lawe.
52 I remembre thy euerlastinge iudgmentes (o LORDE) and am comforted.
53 I am horribly afrayed for ye vngodly, that forsake thy lawe.
54 Thy statutes are my songes in the house of my pilgremage.
55 I thynke vpon thy name (o LORDE) in the night season, and kepe thy lawe.
56 It is myne owne, for I kepe thy commaundementes.
141 I am small and of no reputacio, yet do not I forget thy comaudementes.
60 I make haist, and prolonge not the tyme, to kepe thy commaundemetes.
62 At mydnight stonde I vp, to geue thakes vnto the, for the iudgmentes of thy rightuousnesse.
95 The vngodly laye wayte for me to destroye me, but I considre thy testimonies.
16 My delite shalbe in thy statutes, I will not forget thy wordes.
92 Yf my delyte were not in thy lawe, I shulde perishe in my trouble.
93 I wil neuer forget thy comaundementes, for with the thou quyckenest me.
10 With my whole herte do I seke ye, O let me not go wronge out of thy comaundemetes.
11 Thy wordes haue I hyd within my herte, yt I shulde not synne agaynst the.
85 The proude haue dygged pittes for me, which are not after thy lawe.
86 All thy commaundemetes are true, they persecute me falsly, O be thou my helpe.
87 They haue almost made an ende of me vpon earth, but I forsake not thy commaundemetes.
143 Trouble and heuynesse haue take holde vpo me, yet is my delite in thy commaundementes.
8 I wil kepe thy statutes, o forsake me not vtterly.
157 Many there are that trouble me, and persecute me, yet do not I swarue fro thy testimonies.
158 It greueth me, whan I se, that the transgressours kepe not thy lawe.
139 My zele hath euen consumed me, because myne enemies haue forgotten thy wordes.
66 O lerne me kyndnesse, nourtoure & knowlege, for I beleue thy commaundementes.
67 Before I was troubled, I wente wronge, but now I kepe thy worde.
121 I deale wt the thinge yt is laufull & right, O geue me not ouer vnto my oppressours.
69 The proude ymagin lyes vpon me, but I kepe thy commaundemetes with my whole herte.
43 O take not ye worde of treuth vtterly out of my mouth, for my hope is in thy iudgmentes.
161 The prynces persecute me without cause, but my herte stodeth in awe of thy wordes.
101 I refrayne my fete from euery euell waye, that I maye kepe thy wordes.
102 I shrenck not from thy iudgmentes, for thou teachest me.
174 I longe for thy sauynge health (o LORDE) & in thy lawe is my delyte.
176 I go astraye, like a shepe that is lost: Oh seke thy seruaunt, for I do not forget thy commaundementes.
21 Thou rebukest the proude, cursed are they that departe from thy commaundemetes
22 O turne fro me shame & rebuke, for I kepe thy testimonies.
21 For I haue kepte the wayes of the LORDE, & haue not behaued myself wickedly agaynst my God.
83 For I am become like a botell in ye smoke, yet do not I forget thy statutes.
113 I hate ye vngodly, but thy lawe do I loue.
71 It is good for me that I haue bene in trouble, that I maye lerne thy statutes.
4 Sela. Kepe me (o LORDE) from the hande of the vngodly, preserue me from the wicked men, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goinges.
5 The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.
77 O let thy louynge mercies come vnto me, that I maye lyue, for thy lawe is my delyte.
78 Let the proude be confounded, which handle so falsly agaynst me.
18 Open thou myne eyes, & so shal I spie out wonderous thinges in yi lawe.
106 I haue sworne & am sted fastly purposed, to kepe the iudgmetes of thy rightuousnesse.
11 God hath geuen me ouer to the vngodly, and delyuered me in to the hondes of ye wicked.
150 They drawe nye yt of malice persecute me, & are farre fro yi lawe.