Psalms 13:3
Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death.
Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death.
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4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
4 I wil not suffre myne eyes to slepe, ner myne eye lyddes to slober.
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.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
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 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 Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,
7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
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.
8 Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
5 Sela I layed me downe and slepte, but I rose vp agayne, for the LORDE susteyned me.
148 Myne eyes preuete ye night watches, yt I might be occupied in thy wordes.
149 Heare my voyce (o LORDE) acordige vnto thy louynge kyndnesse, quycke me acordige as thou art wot.
4 let not thyne eyes slepe, ner thine eye lyddes slomber.
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.
37 O turne awaye myne eyes, lest they beholde vanite, & quicke me in thy waie.
2 Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
16 My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
123 Myne eyes are waysted awaye wt lokynge for thy health, & for ye worde of thy rightuousnesse.
1 Heare my wordes (o LORDE) considre my callynge.
2 O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
3 Heare my voyce by tymes (o LORDE) for early in the morninge wil I gett me vnto the, yee & yt wt diligece.
8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
23 Vp LORDE, why slepest thou? Awake, and cast vs not of for euer.
1 Unto the lift I vp myne eyes, thou yt dwellest in the heauens.
23 Awake (LORDE) and stonde vp: auenge thou my cause, my God, and my LORDE.
24 Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
18 Open thou myne eyes, & so shal I spie out wonderous thinges in yi lawe.
7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
50 O LORDE, when wilt thou loke downe fro heauen, and considre?
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.
13 I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
82 Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
159 Considre (LORDE) how I loue thy comaundementes, O quycken me wt thy louinge kyndnesse.
16 But my hope is in ye O LORDE, & I saye: thou art my God.
3 And now o LORDE, take my life fro me (I beseke the) for I had rather dye then lyue.
13 Vnto the I crie (o LORDE) and early cometh my prayer before the.
26 When I herde this, I came agayne to myself, and mused, like as I had bene waked out of a swete slepe.
25 My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
1 Unto the wil I crie, o my stronge defence: thinke no scorne of me, lest (yf thou make the as though thou herdest not) I become like them, that go downe into ye pytte.
29 For thou O LORDE art my lanterne. The LORDE shal lighte my darknesse.