Psalms 22:11
O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
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11 Let them be cofounded & perish, that are agaynst my soule: let the be couered with shame & dishonoure, that seke to do me euell.
12 As for me, I wil pacietly abyde allwaye, & wil euer encrease thy prayse.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
20 Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlinge from the power of the dogge.
21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
22 Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.
12 Greate bulles are come aboute me, fatt oxen close me in on euery syde.
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
9 But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wobe: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet vpon my mothers brestes.
10 I haue bene left vnto the euer sence I was borne, thou art my God, eue fro my mothers wombe.
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.
10 Thou art my succoure, leaue me not, nether forsake me, O God my Sauioure.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
1 Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
2 Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
1 Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
22 This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.
1 Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
12 For innumerable troubles are come aboute me: my synnes haue taken soch holde vpon me, that I am not able to loke vp: yee they are mo in nombre then the hayres of my heade, and my hert hath fayled me.
13 O LORDE, let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me, make haist (o LORDE) to helpe me. Let them be ashamed and cofounded, that seke after my soule, to destroie it: let them fall backwarde and be put to confucion, that wysh me euell.
20 Considre (O LORDE) how I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my herte turneth aboute in me, and I am full of heuynes. The swearde hurteth me without, and within I am like vnto death.
21 They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.
17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
18 Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me.
5 As for me, I am poore & in misery, haist the God for to helpe me. Thou art my helpe, my redemer & my God: oh make no longe tarienge.
4 Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
12 O be thou or helpe in trouble, for vayne is the helpe of man.
13 Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,
11 O be thou oure helpe in trouble, for vayne is the helpe of man.
13 They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.
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.
13 & my path haue they clene marred. It was so easy for them to do me harme, that they neded no man to helpe the.
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?
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
1 In oure troubles and aduersite, we haue founde, that God is oure refuge, oure strength and helpe.
22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
4 Sela. But lo, God is my helper: it is he that vpholdeth my soule.
19 They ouertoke me in the tyme of my trouble, but the LORDE was my succoure.
2 Lest he hantch vp my soule like a lyon, & teare it in peces, whyle there is none to helpe.
17 Thou art my helper & redemer, make no longe tariege, o my God.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
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.
17 Be not now terrible vnto me (o LORDE) for thou art he, in whom I hope, when I am in parell.
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
18 They preuented me in the tyme of my trouble, but ye LORDE was my defence.
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.