Psalms 22:19
But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
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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 As for me, I wil pacietly abyde allwaye, & wil euer encrease thy prayse.
11 O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
2 O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
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.
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.
20 Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlinge from the power of the dogge.
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 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
18 He delyuered me fro my stronge enemye, from them that hated me, for they were to mightie for me.
19 They ouertoke me in the tyme of my trouble, but the LORDE was my succoure.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
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.
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.
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?
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
16 For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me.
13 They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
4 For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.
17 Thou art my helper & redemer, make no longe tariege, o my God.
18 They haue parted my garmentes amonge them, ad cast lottes vpon my vesture.
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.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
1 Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
7 Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
21 O delyuer me, for I am helplesse & poore, & my herte is wounded within me,
18 They preuented me in the tyme of my trouble, but ye LORDE was my defence.
2 Bowe downe thine eare to me, make haist to delyuer me:
1 Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
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.
1 I wil loue the (o LORDE) my stregth. The LORDE is my sucor, my refuge, my Sauior: my god, my helper i who I trust: my buckler, ye horne of my health, & my proteccio.
2 I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies.
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
2 Laye honde vpon the shylde and speare, and stonde vp to helpe me.
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.
9 Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
4 They rune & prepare the selues, wt out my faute: Arise, come thou helpe me, & beholde.
17 Be not now terrible vnto me (o LORDE) for thou art he, in whom I hope, when I am in parell.
11 Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
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.
13 Vp LORDE, dispoynte him & cast him downe: delyuer my soule with thy swerde from the vngodly.
18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.