Psalms 130:1
Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
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2 Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
1 I crie vnto the LORDE with my voyce, yee eue vnto the LORDE do I make my supplicacion. I poure out my complaynte before him, and shewe him of my trouble.
8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
1 Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.
55 I called vpon thy name (O LORDE) out of the depe pitte.
56 Thou hast herde my voyce, & hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my sighinge and crienge.
1 Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
2 From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble:
1 I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
1 O Lorde God my Sauyor, I crie daye & night before the: Oh let my prayer entre in to thy presence, encline thine eare vnto my callynge.
2 For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell.
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.
6 So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares.
2 O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
1 I am wel pleased, yt the LORDE hath herde ye voyce of my prayer.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
2 and sayed: In my trouble I called vnto ye LORDE, and he herde me: out off the bely off hell I cried, and thou herdest my voyce.
3 Thou haddest cast me downe depe in ye middest off the see, and the floude compased me aboute: yee all thy wawes and rowles of water went ouer me,
4 I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
4 I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill.
7 Wha I was in trouble, I called vpo the LORDE, yee euen my God called I vpon, & so he herde my voyce fro his holy temple, & my coplaynte (came) into his eares.
7 The LORDE hath promised his louynge kyndnesse daylie, therfore wil I prayse him in the night season, and make my prayer vnto ye God of my life.
1 I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.
2 O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
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.
7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
1 Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.
2 I sticke fast in the depe myre, where no grounde is: I am come into depe waters, and the floudes wil drowne me.
1 O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of.
22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
1 Heare ye right (O LORDE) cosidre my coplaynte: herken vnto my prayer, that goeth not out of a fayned mouth.
6 For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
13 Vnto the I crie (o LORDE) and early cometh my prayer before the.
6 Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
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.
14 Heare me (o God) with thy greate mercy & sure helpe.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
17 He sent downe from aboue, and receaued me, and drue me out of many waters.
146 Yee euen vpo the do I call, helpe me, and I shal kepe yi testimonies.