Psalms 22:8
He trusted in God, let him delyuer him: let him helpe hi, yf he wil haue him.
He trusted in God, let him delyuer him: let him helpe hi, yf he wil haue him.
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42 he hath helped other, and can not helpe himself: Yf he be the kynge of Israel, let him come downe now from the crosse, and we wil beleue him
43 He trusted in God, let him delyuer him now, yf he wil haue him. For he hath sayde: I am the sonne of God.
20 He broughte me forth in to liberty: he delyuered me, because he had a fauoure vnto me.
19 He brought me forth also into lyberte: & delyuered me, because he had a fauor vnto me.
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.
40 The LORDE shal stode by them, and saue them: he shal delyuer them from the vngodly, and helpe the, because they put their trust in him.
7 All they yt se me, laugh me to scorne: they shute out their lippes, and shake their heades.
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.
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.
4 Oure fathers hoped in the, they trusted in the, ad thou dyddest delyuer them.
5 They callled vpon the, and were helped: they put their trust in the, and were not cofounded.
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
2 Lest he hantch vp my soule like a lyon, & teare it in peces, whyle there is none to helpe.
20 O kepe my soule, and delyuer me: let me not be confounded, for I haue put my trust in the.
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.
2 I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies.
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 Be thou my stronge holde (where vnto I maye allwaye fle) thou that hast promised to helpe me: for thou art my house of defence & my castell.
5 But my trust is in thy mercy, and my hert is ioyfull in thy sauynge health.
1 In the, O LORDE, is my trust: let me neuer be put to cofucion, but delyuer me in thy rightuousnesse.
5 Comitte thy waye vnto ye LORDE, set thy hope in him, and he shal brynge it to passe.
11 Let them be cofounded & perish, that are agaynst my soule: let the be couered with shame & dishonoure, that seke to do me euell.
13 Synge vnto the LORDE, and prayse him, for he hath delyuered the soule off the oppressed, from the honde off the violent.
4 Blessed is the man that setteth his hope in the LORDE, and turneth not vnto the proude, & to soch as go aboute with lies.
8 It is better to trust in the LORDE, then to put eny confidence in man.
7 Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them.
8 And now LORDE, wherin shall I comforte me? my hope is in the.
8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
15 Lo, there is nether coforte ner hope for me, yf he wil slaye me. But yf I shewe and reproue myne owne wayes in his sight,
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.
5 Drawe me out of the nett yt they haue layed priuely for me, for thou art my stregth.
21 So shal oure herte reioyse in him, because we haue hoped in his holy name.
22 But as for them, thou (o God) shalt cast them downe in to the pitte of destruccion.
11 Yee in God do I trust, & am not afraied: what ca man the do vnto me?
1 I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
1 Lorde, how ioyfull is the kynge in yi strength? O how exceadinge glad is he of thy sauynge health?
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
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.
2 My hope and my castell, my defence and my delyuerer, my shylde in whom I trust, which gouerneth the people that is vnder me.
7 Sela.The rightuous shal se this, & feare, and laugh him to scorne.
18 He delyuered me fro my stronge enemye, from them that hated me, for they were to mightie for me.
2 The LORDE shal preserue him, and kepe him alyue: he shal make him to prospere vpon earth, and shal not delyuer him into ye wil of his enemies.
49 He bryngeth me out fro myne enemies: & from them yt ryse vp agaynst me, shalt thou exalte me, and from ye cruell man shalt thou delyuer me.
9 But let my soule be ioyfull in the LORDE, and reioyse in his helpe.
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
7 Praysed be ye LORDE, for he hath herde the voyce of my humble peticio.
7 For thou hast delyuered me out of all my trouble, so that myne eye seyth his desyre vpo myne enemies.