Psalms 142:5
Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
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6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
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.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
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.
1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth 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.
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 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
5 I called vpon the LORDE in trouble, and the LORDE herde me at large.
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.
24 The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
5 Their drynkofferynges of bloude wil not I offre, nether make mencion of their name in my mouth.
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.
8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
57 Thou art my porcion (o LORDE) I am purposed to kepe thy lawe.
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.
4 I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill.
146 Yee euen vpo the do I call, helpe me, and I shal kepe yi testimonies.
56 Thou hast herde my voyce, & hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my sighinge and crienge.
3 Delyuer me (o my God) out of ye hade of the vngodly, out of the hande of the vnrightuous & cruell man.
3 When I call vpo the, thou hearest me, and endewest my soule with moch stregth.
1 I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
16 In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
8 Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
9 I wil walke before ye LORDE, in the londe of the lyuynge.
9 Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
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.
2 O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
2 and he sayde. The LORDE is my stony rock, & my castell, and my delyuerer.
3 God is my strength, in him wyl I put my trust: my shylde & the horne of my saluacion, my defence & my refuge, my Sauioure, thou shalt helpe me from violent wronge.
6 So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares.
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?
58 Thou (O LORDE) hast mayntened the cause of my soule, and hast redemed my life.
13 Neuerthelesse, I beleue verely to se the goodnesse of the LORDE in the londe of the lyuynge.
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?
2 I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies.
2 From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble:
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.
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.