Psalms 119:84
How many are the dayes of thy seruaunt? Whe wilt thou be auenged of my aduersaries?
How many are the dayes of thy seruaunt? Whe wilt thou be auenged of my aduersaries?
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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.
157 Many there are that trouble me, and persecute me, yet do not I swarue fro thy testimonies.
1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
2 Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?
3 LORDE, how longe shal the vngodly, how longe shal the vngodly tryumphe?
46 The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.
134 O delyuer me from the wrogeous dealinges of me, and so shal I kepe thy commaundemetes.
95 The vngodly laye wayte for me to destroye me, but I considre thy testimonies.
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.
121 I deale wt the thinge yt is laufull & right, O geue me not ouer vnto my oppressours.
122 Be thou suertie for thy seruaut to do him good, that the proude do me no wronge.
123 Myne eyes are waysted awaye wt lokynge for thy health, & for ye worde of thy rightuousnesse.
124 O deale with thy seruaunt acordinge vnto thy louynge mercy, and teach me thy statutes.
125 I am thy seruaunt, O graunte me vnderstodinge, that I maye knowe thy testimonies.
161 The prynces persecute me without cause, but my herte stodeth in awe of thy wordes.
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.
82 Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?
83 For I am become like a botell in ye smoke, yet do not I forget thy statutes.
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.
23 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.
11 O let the vengeaunce of thy seruauntes bloude that is shed, be openly shewed vpon the Heithe in oure sight.
5 LORDE, how longe wilt thou be angrie? shal thy gelousy burne like fyre for euer?
22 Seynge God persecuteth me, wil ye vexe me also? Haue ye not yet ynough of the trouble of my flesh?
10 We se oure tokens nomore, there is not one prophet more, no not one that vnderstondeth enymore.
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
76 O let thy mercifull kyndnesse be my comforte, acordinge to the promyse that thou hast made vnto thy seruaunt.
24 Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
1 Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
20 My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.
2 How longe wil ye geue wroge iudgment, & accepte the personnes of the vngodly?
40 Beholde, my delite is in thy commaudemetes, o quycke me in thy rightuousnesse.
164 Seuen tymes a daye do I prayse the, because of thy rightuous iudgmentes.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
12 And of thy goodnesse scater myne enemies abrode, and destroye all them that vexe my soule, for I am thy seruaunt.
16 Who ryseth vp with me agaynst the wicked? who taketh my parte agaynst the euell doers?
13 Turne the agayne (o LORDE) at the last, and be gracious vnto thy seruauntes.
23 Prynces also syt & speake agaynst me, but thy seruaut is occupied in thy statutes.
143 Trouble and heuynesse haue take holde vpo me, yet is my delite in thy commaundementes.
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.
5 Myne enemies speake euell vpo me: whan shal he dye, and his name perishe?
153 O considre my aduersite, & delyuer me, for I do not forget thy lawe.
4 O LORDE God of hoostes, how loge wilt thou be angrie ouer the prayer of thy people?
174 I longe for thy sauynge health (o LORDE) & in thy lawe is my delyte.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
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.
107 I am troubled aboue measure, quycken me (o LORDE) acordinge vnto thy worde.
3 My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.