Psalms 17:1
Heare ye right (O LORDE) cosidre my coplaynte: herken vnto my prayer, that goeth not out of a fayned mouth.
Heare ye right (O LORDE) cosidre my coplaynte: herken vnto my prayer, that goeth not out of a fayned mouth.
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1Heare my prayer (o LORDE) considre my desyre: answere me for thy treuth & rightuousnesse sake.
1Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.
2Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble: enclyne thine eares vnto me when I call, O heare me, and that right soone.
1Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
2Heare my prayer (o God) considre the wordes of my mouth.
1Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
2Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
2Let my sentence come forth fro thy presence, and loke vpon the thinge that is equall.
1Heare my wordes (o LORDE) considre my callynge.
2O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
3Heare my voyce by tymes (o LORDE) for early in the morninge wil I gett me vnto the, yee & yt wt diligece.
6Geue eare LORDE vnto my prayer, and pondre my humble desyre.
1Heare my prayer (o God) and hyde not thy self fro my peticion. Take hede vnto me and heare me, how piteously I mourne & coplayne.
2The enemie crieth so, & the vngodly commeth on so fast: for they are mynded to do me some myschefe, so maliciously are they set agaynst me.
1Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
6For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
9The LORDE hath herde myne humble peticio, the LORDE hath receaued my prayer.
2For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell.
17Heare my wordes, and pondre my sayenges with youre eares.
7Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
6Therfore heare my wordes, and pondre the sentence of my lippes.
1Heare me whe I cal, o God of my rightuousnes, thou that comfortest me in my trouble: haue mercy vpon me, and herken vnto my prayer.
19Considre me (o LORDE) and heare the voyce of myne enemies.
1I 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.
17When the rightuous crie, the LORDE heareth them, and delyuereth the out of all their troubles.
170Oh let my supplicacio come before the, delyuer me acordinge to thy promyse.
18(Yff I enclyne vnto wickednes with my herte, ye LORDE wil not heare me.)
19Therfore God hath herde me, ad considred the voyce off my prayer.
1When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
2Delyuer my soule (o LORDE) fro lyenge lippes, & fro a disceatfull toge.
56Thou hast herde my voyce, & hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my sighinge and crienge.
15For the eyes of the LORDE are ouer the rightuous, and his eares are open vnto their prayers.
6Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
1I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.
15Open my lippes (O LORDE) that my mouth maye shewe thy prayse.
12Sela. 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.
17LORDE, thou hearest the desyrous longinge off the poore: their herte is sure, that thine eare herkeneth therto.
3Set a watch (o LORDE) before my mouth, yee a watch at the dore of my lippes.
1Heare my voyce (o God) in my coplaynte, preserue my life fro feare of ye enemie.
1Wherfore, heare my wordes (O Iob) & herken vnto all, that I wyll saye:
1Unto 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.
2Heare the voyce of my humble peticion, when I crie vnto the, and holde vp my hondes towarde thy holy temple.
1Heare my lawe (o my people) encline yor eares vnto ye wordes of my mouth.
24Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
8The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
8O LORDE God of hoostes, heare my prayer: herken o God of Iacob.
1Geue sentence vpon me (o God) & defende my cause agaynst the vnholy people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wicked man.
17Howbeit there is no wickednesse in my hondes, and my prayer is clene.
29The LORDE is farre from the vngodly, but he heareth ye prayer of the rightuous.
15Beholde, these men saye vnto me: Where is the worde of the LORDE? Let it come.