Psalms 141:9
But myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule.
But myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule.
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10Kepe me fro ye snare which they haue layed for me, and fro the trappes of the wicked doers. Let the vngodly fall in to their owne nettes together, vntill I be gone by them.
4Sela. Kepe me (o LORDE) from the hande of the vngodly, preserue me from the wicked men, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goinges.
5The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.
110The vngodly haue laied a snare for me, but yet swarue not I fro thy comaundemetes.
8Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
2Hyde me from the gatheringe together of ye frowarde, fro ye heape of wicked doers.
8Kepe me as the apple of an eye, defende me vnder the shadowe of thy wynges.
9From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute.
8For his fete shalbe taken in the nett, and he shal walke in the snare.
9His fote shalbe holden in the gilder, and the thurstie shal catch him.
10The snare is layed for him in the grounde, and a pytfall in the waye.
15Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the LORDE, for he shal plucke my fete out of ye nett.
6Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
4For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.
9Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
1Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
2O delyuer me fro the wicked doers, & saue me fro the bloudthurstie me.
3For lo, they lye waytinge for my soule: ye mightie me are gathered together against me, wt out eny offence or faute of me, o LORDE.
22Let the noyse be herde out of their houses, when the murtherer cometh sodenly vpon them: For they haue digged a pit to take me, and layed snares for my fete.
3O plucke me not awaye amonge the vngodly and wicked doers, which speake frendly to their neghboure, but ymagin myschefe in their hertes.
26For amonge my people are founde wicked personnes, that priuely laye snares and waite for men, to take them, and destroye them.
7For they haue pryuely laied their nett to destroye me without a cause, yee and made a pitte for my soule, which I neuer deserued.
8Let a sodane destruccio come vpon him vnawarres, and ye nett that he hath layed priuely, catch him self, that he maye fall in to his owne myschefe.
15As for the Heithen, the are suncke downe in the pytte that they made: in the same nette, which they spred out priuely, is their owne fote take.
6They holde alltogether, & kepe them selues close: they marck my steppes, how they maye catch my soule.
12They that sought after my life, and to do me euell, spake of lyes and ymagined disceate all the daye longe.
22They gaue me gall to eate, & whe I was thurstie, they gaue me vyneger to drynke.
4For thou (o LORDE God) art the thinge that I loge for, thou art my hope euen fro my youth.
10Therfore art thou compased aboute with snares on euery syde, & sodely vexed wt feare.
4Because of the wordes of thy lippes, I haue kepte me fro the workes of men, in ye waye off the murthurer.
5Oh ordre thou my goynges in thy pathes, that my fote steppes slippe not.
3I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
1Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
9Sela. Let the myschefe of their owne lippes fall vpon ye head of the, yt copase me aboute.
10Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
7ye snare is broke, and we are delyuered.
1Delyuer me (o LORDE) from the euell men, oh preserue me from the wicked men.
1O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
17But in vayne is ye net layed forth before the byrdes eyes.
18Yee they the selues laye wayte one for anothers bloude, and one of the wolde slaye another.
2Be 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.
20O kepe my soule, and delyuer me: let me not be confounded, for I haue put my trust in the.
13Kepe thy seruaute also from presumptuous synnes, lest they get the dominion ouer me: so shal I be vndefyled & innocet fro the greate offence.
5Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.
14Heare me (o God) with thy greate mercy & sure helpe.
13Haue 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.
5Saue thy self as a doo fro ye honde, & as a byrde fro the hode of the fouler.
9yee to rauish the poore, when he hath gotten him in to his nett.
4O let not myne hert be enclyned to eny euell thige, to be mynded as the vngodly or wicked men, lest I eate of soch thinges as please the
6The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.