Psalms 25:17
The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
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16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
18 Loke vpon my aduersite and misery, and forgeue me all my synnes.
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.
22 From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
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.
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
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.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
20 Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faithfulnesse (o God) playege vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel.
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
5 I called vpon the LORDE in trouble, and the LORDE herde me at large.
2 When my sprete is in heuynesse, for thou knowest my path: in the waye where in I walke, haue they preuely layed a snare for me.
1 Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
20 He broughte me forth in to liberty: he delyuered me, because he had a fauoure vnto me.
1 Heare 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.
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.
28 So they crie vnto the LORDE in their trouble, & he delyuereth the out of their distresse.
28 My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.
22 Delyuer Israel (O God) out of all his trouble.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
143 Trouble and heuynesse haue take holde vpo me, yet is my delite in thy commaundementes.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
4 For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.
19 He brought me forth also into lyberte: & delyuered me, because he had a fauor vnto me.
11 O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
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 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
50 For it is my comforte in my trouble, yee thy worde quyckeneth me.
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
14 I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.