Psalms 141:8
Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
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15 Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the LORDE, for he shal plucke my fete out of ye nett.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
2 I haue sayde vnto ye LORDE: thou art my God, my goodes are nothinge vnto the.
9 But myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule.
1 In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
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.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
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.
1 Unto the lift I vp myne eyes, thou yt dwellest in the heauens.
20 O kepe my soule, and delyuer me: let me not be confounded, for I haue put my trust in the.
1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
2 My God, I trust in ye: Oh let me not be confounded, lest myne enemies triuphe ouer me.
21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
4 Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
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.
9 Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
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.
123 Myne eyes are waysted awaye wt lokynge for thy health, & for ye worde of thy rightuousnesse.
81 My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde.
82 Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?
5 I haue leaned vpo ye euer sens I was borne, thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, therfore is my prayse allwaye of the.
7 Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
2 O kepe my soule, for I am holy: my God, helpe thy seruaunt that putteth his trust in the.
1 In the, O LORDE, is my trust: let me neuer be put to cofucion, but delyuer me in thy rightuousnesse.
1 In the, o LORDE, is my trust, let me neuer be put to cofucio, but rydde me & delyuer me thorow thy rightuousnesse: encline thine eare vnto me, & helpe me.
1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) be mercifull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in ye: & vnder the shadowe of thy wynges shalbe my refuge, vntill wickednesse be ouerpast.
1 I lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles, fro whence commeth my helpe?
15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
4 Sela. But lo, God is my helper: it is he that vpholdeth my soule.
9 For myne enemies speake agaynst me, & they that laye wayte for my soule, take their councell together, sayenge: God hath forsake him, persecute him, take him, for there is none to helpe him.
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.
14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
5 I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.
6 My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other.
8 I wil kepe thy statutes, o forsake me not vtterly.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
5 Sela. Neuertheles, my soule abydeth only vpon God, for he is my God.
24 The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
1 My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
11 Yee in God do I trust, & am not afraied: what ca man the do vnto me?
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.