Psalms 120:2
Delyuer my soule (o LORDE) fro lyenge lippes, & fro a disceatfull toge.
Delyuer my soule (o LORDE) fro lyenge lippes, & fro a disceatfull toge.
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3 What rewarde shalbe geuen or done vnto the, thou false tonge?
2 and speake agaynst me with false toges. They compase me aboute with wordes of hatred, & fight agaynst me without a cause.
11 Saue me and delyuer me from the honde of straunge childre, whose mouth talketh of vanite, and their right hande is a right hande of falsede.
20 Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlinge from the power of the dogge.
13 Vp LORDE, dispoynte him & cast him downe: delyuer my soule with thy swerde from the vngodly.
4 whyle my breth is in me, and as longe as the wynde (that God hath geuen me) is in my nostrels.
1 Delyuer me (o LORDE) from the euell men, oh preserue me from the wicked men.
14 Delyuer me from bloudegyltynesse o God, thou that art the God of my health, that my tonge maye prayse thy rightuousnesse.
15 Open my lippes (O LORDE) that my mouth maye shewe thy prayse.
12 Delyuer me not into the wylles of myne aduersaries, for there are false wytnesses rysen vp against me, and they ymagyn myschefe.
22 The LORDE abhorreth disceatfull lippes, but they that laboure for treuth, please him.
1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
13 Let him refrayne his tonge from euell, and his lippes that they speake no gyle.
1 Heare ye right (O LORDE) cosidre my coplaynte: herken vnto my prayer, that goeth not out of a fayned mouth.
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
29 Take fro me the waye of lyenge, & graunte me thy lawe.
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.
12 That thou mayest be delyuered fro ye euell waye, and from the man yt speaketh frowarde thinges.
3 Set a watch (o LORDE) before my mouth, yee a watch at the dore of my lippes.
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.
9 Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
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.
170 Oh let my supplicacio come before the, delyuer me acordinge to thy promyse.
2 Euery man telleth lyes to his neghbor, they do but flater with their lippes and dissemble in their herte.
3 O that the LORDE wolde rote out all disceatfull lippes, ad the tonge that speaketh proude thinges.
18 Shewe thy seruaunt the light of thy countenaunce, helpe me for thy mercies sake.
17 LORDE, whan wilt thou loke vpo this? O restore my soule from ye wicked rumoure of the, my dearlinge from the lyons.
8 Whose mouth talketh of vanite, & their right hade is a righthande of falsede.
25 A faithfull wytnesse delyuereth soules, but a lyar dysceaueth them.
4 Thou louest vngraciousnesse more the good, to talke of lyes more then rightuousnesse.
20 O kepe my soule, and delyuer me: let me not be confounded, for I haue put my trust in the.
18 Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me.
9 Sela. Let the myschefe of their owne lippes fall vpon ye head of the, yt copase me aboute.
8 And now LORDE, wherin shall I comforte me? my hope is in the.
9 But myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule.
4 For thou (o LORDE God) art the thinge that I loge for, thou art my hope euen fro my youth.
20 But deale thou with me (o LORDE God) acordinge vnto thy name, for swete is thy mercy.
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
1 Geue sentence vpon me (o God) & defende my cause agaynst the vnholy people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wicked man.
1 Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
2 O delyuer me fro the wicked doers, & saue me fro the bloudthurstie me.
12 For ye synne of their mouth, for the wordes of their lippes, & because of their pryde, let the be taken: & why? their preachinge is of cursynge & lyes.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
19 A true mouth is euer constat, but a dyssemblinge toge is soone chaunged.
4 Sela. This shal God sende, for his mercy and faithfulnesse sake. I lye with my soule amonge the cruell lyons:
13 Synge vnto the LORDE, and prayse him, for he hath delyuered the soule off the oppressed, from the honde off the violent.
13 For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
23 To delyuer me me from the enemies honde, or to saue me from the powers off the mightie?