Psalms 22:10
I haue bene left vnto the euer sence I was borne, thou art my God, eue fro my mothers wombe.
I haue bene left vnto the euer sence I was borne, thou art my God, eue fro my mothers wombe.
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8He trusted in God, let him delyuer him: let him helpe hi, yf he wil haue him.
9But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wobe: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet vpon my mothers brestes.
5I 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.
6I am become a wonder vnto the multitude, but my sure trust is in the.
7Oh let my mouth be fylled with thy prayse & honoure all the daye loge.
13I wil geue thakes vnto the, for I am woderously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well.
14My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneth in the earth.
15Thine eyes se myne vnparfitnesse, they stonde all writte i thy boke:
16my dayes were fashioned, when as yet there was not one of them
17because he slewe me not, as soone as I came out off my mothers wombe, and because my mother was not my graue hirselff, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her.
18Wherfore came I forth off my mothers wombe? To haue experience of laboure and sorowe? and to lede my life with shame?
11O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
1Herken vnto me, ye Iles, and take hede ye people from farre: The LORDE hath called me fro my byrth, and made mecion of my name fro my mothers wobe:
18(for mercy grewe vp with me fro my youth, & compassion fro my mothers wombe.)
3Herken vnto me, o house of Iacob, and all ye that remayne yet of the housholde of Israel: whom I haue borne from youre mothers wombe, and brought you vp from yor byrth, till ye were growen:
5Beholde, I was borne in wickednesse, and in synne hath my mother conceaued me.
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
19Yf they had caried me to my graue, as soone as I was borne, then shulde I be now, as though I had neuer bene.
9My 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.
10Thou art my succoure, leaue me not, nether forsake me, O God my Sauioure.
10because it shut not vp the wombe that bare me, ner hyd these sorowes fro myne eyes.
11Alas, why dyed I not in ye byrth? Why dyd not I perysh, as soone as I came out of my mothers wobe?
12Why set they me vpo yeir knees? Why gaue they me suck with their brestes?
5Before I fasshioned the in thy mothers wobe, I dyd knowe the: And or euer thou wast borne, I sanctified the, & ordened the, to be a prophet vnto the people.
23I haue bene ordened fro euerlastige, & fro ye beginnynge or euer the earth was made.
24When I was borne, there were nether depthes ner springes of water.
25Before the foundacions of ye mountaynes were layed, yee before all hilles was I borne.
8Morouer there be some wherof thou hast nether herde ner knowne, nether haue they bene opened vnto thine eares afore tyme. For I knew that thou woldest maliciousli offende, therfore haue I called the a transgressoure, euen from thy mothers wombe.
14I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
4In ye daye of thy byrth when thou wast borne, ye stringe of thy nauel was not cut of: thou wast not bathed in water to make the clene: Thou wast nether rubbed wt salt, ner swedled in cloutes:
5No man regarded the so moch, as to do eny of these thinges for ye, or to shewe the soch fauoure, but thou wast vtterly cast out vpon ye felde, yee despised wast thou in the daye of thy byrth.
3Thou 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,
4I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
3For when I myself was my fathers deare sonne, and tenderly beloued of my mother,
26I wil set his honde in the see, and his right honde in the floudes.
16O that I vtterly had no beynge, or were as a thige borne out of tyme (that is put asyde) ether as yonge children, which neuer sawe the light.
8Thy hondes haue made me, & fashioned me alltogether rounde aboute, wilt thou then destroye me sodely?
10Hast thou not milked me, as it were mylck: and turned me to cruddes like chese?
22Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
15He that fashioned me in my mothers wombe, made he not him also? were we not both shappen alyke in oure mothers bodies?
17Thy rightuousnes (o God) is very hie, thou that doest greate thinges: o God, who is like vnto the?
17He sent downe from aboue, and receaued me, and drue me out of many waters.
10And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
16He sent downe fro the heyth to fetch me, & toke me out of greate waters.
1Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
14Cursed be the daye, wherein I was borne: vnhappie be ye daye, where in my mother brought me forth.
6Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
2For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
22My neghbours that are rounde aboute me, hast thou called, as it were to a feast daye: so that in the daye of the LORDES wrath none escaped, nether was eny left behinde. Those that I had brought vp & norisshed, hath myne enemy destroyed.
15Doth a wife forget the childe of hir wombe, ad the sonne who she hath borne? And though she do forget, yet wil not I forget the.