Psalms 13:1
How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
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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 Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death.
46 The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.
20 Wherfore wilt thou still forget vs, and forsake vs so longe?
13 Vnto the I crie (o LORDE) and early cometh my prayer before the.
14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
23 Vp LORDE, why slepest thou? Awake, and cast vs not of for euer.
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face? wilt thou clene forget oure misery and oppressio?
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
7 Wil the LORDE cast out for euer? Wil he be nomore intreated?
8 Is his mercy cleane gone? Is his promyse come vtterly to an ende for euermore?
9 Hath the LORDE forgotten to be gracious? Or, hath he shut vp his louynge kyndnesse in displeasure?
1 Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
8 Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
9 My hert speaketh vnto the, my face seketh the, yee LORDE, thy face wil I seke. O hyde not thou thy face fro me, cast not thy seruaunt of in displeasure.
7 Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
5 LORDE, how longe wilt thou be angrie? shal thy gelousy burne like fyre for euer?
13 O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me.
10 We se oure tokens nomore, there is not one prophet more, no not one that vnderstondeth enymore.
13 Turne the agayne (o LORDE) at the last, and be gracious vnto thy seruauntes.
19 Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
1 O God, wherfore doest thou cast vs so cleane awaye? why is yi wrath so hote agaynst ye shepe of yi pasture?
11 For he sayeth in his herte: Tush, God hath forgotten, he hath turned awaye his face, so yt he will neuer se it.
12 Aryse o LORDE God, lift vp thine honde, and forget not the poore.
2 Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble: enclyne thine eares vnto me when I call, O heare me, and that right soone.
4 O LORDE God of hoostes, how loge wilt thou be angrie ouer the prayer of thy people?
49 What man is he that lyueth, and shal not se death? Maye a ma delyuer his owne soule from the honde of hell?
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
12 Sela. Heare my prayer o LORDE, and considre my callinge: shewe not thy self as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme with the, as all my forefathers were.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
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.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
14 Then shal Sion saye: God hath forsaken me, and the LORDE hath forgotte me.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
2 O ye sonnes off men: how longe will ye blaspheme myne honoure? why haue ye soch pleasure in vanyte, & seke after lyes?
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.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
3 Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.
18 Shall my heuynes endure for euer? Are my plages then so greate, yt they maye neuer be healed? Wilt thou be as a water, that falleth, and can not contynue?
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.
1 Heare my prayer (o God) and hyde not thy self fro my peticion. Take hede vnto me and heare me, how piteously I mourne & coplayne.
22 This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.