Psalms 27:5
For in the tyme of trouble he hath hyd me in his tabernacle, yee in the secrete place of his dwellinge hath he kepte and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone.
For in the tyme of trouble he hath hyd me in his tabernacle, yee in the secrete place of his dwellinge hath he kepte and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone.
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7 Sela. For this shal euery saynte make his prayer vnto the in due season, therfore shall not the greate water floudes come nye him.
2 From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble:
3 Oh set me vp vpo an hye rocke. For thou art my hope, a stronge tower for me agaynst the enemie.
4 I will dwell in thy tabernacle for euer, that I maye be safe vnder the couerynge of thy wynges.
6 And now hath he lift vp my heade aboue myne enemies, that copassed me rounde aboute.
20 Let the lyenge lippes be put to sylence, which cruelly, di?danedly & despitefully speake agaynst the rightuous.
9 Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
21 And ye LORDE sayde farthermore: beholde, there is a place by me, there shalt thou stode vpon the rocke.
22 Now whan my glory goeth forth, I wil put ye in a clyfte of ye rocke, & my hande shal holde styll vpo the, tyll I be passed by.
7 But as soone as thou turnedest thy face fro me, I was brought in feare.
2 I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies.
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.
3 Delyuer me (o my God) out of ye hade of the vngodly, out of the hande of the vnrightuous & cruell man.
3 Though an hoost of men were layed agaynst me, yet shal not my hert be afrayed: and though there rose vp warre against me, yet wil I put my trust in him.
4 One thinge haue I desyred of the LORDE, which I wil requyre: namely, that I maye dwell in the house of the LORDE all the dayes of my life, to beholde the fayre beutie of the LORDE, and to vyset his temple.
1 Who so dwelleth vnder ye defence of the most hyest, & abydeth vnder ye shadowe of ye allmightie:
2 He shal saye vnto ye LORDE: o my hope, & my stronge holde, my God, in who I wil trust.
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?
1 In the, O LORDE, is my trust: let me neuer be put to cofucion, but delyuer me in thy rightuousnesse.
2 Bowe downe thine eare to me, make haist to delyuer me:
3 be thou my stronge rocke and a house of defence, that thou mayest saue me.
4 For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.
1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) be mercifull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in ye: & vnder the shadowe of thy wynges shalbe my refuge, vntill wickednesse be ouerpast.
8 Kepe me as the apple of an eye, defende me vnder the shadowe of thy wynges.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
1 Lorde, who shall dwell in thy tabernacle? who shal rest vpo yi holy hill?
16 As for me, I wil synge of thy power, ad prayse thy mercy betymes in the mornynge: for thou art my defence and refuge in the tyme of my trouble.
3 Neuerthelesse, whe I am afrayed, I put my trust in the.
7 In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.
22 But the LORDE is my refuge, my God is the stregth of my confidece.
6 And Ierusalem shall be a tabernacle for a shadowe because of hete in the daye tyme, a place and refuge where a man maye kepe him for wether and rayne.
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.
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
6 Oh let thy louynge kyndnes & mercy folowe me all the dayes off my life, that I maye dwell in the house off the LORDE for euer.
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.
1 Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
5 The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
7 O LORDE God, thou strength of my health, thou hast couered my heade in ye daye of battayll.
13 O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me.
2 Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble: enclyne thine eares vnto me when I call, O heare me, and that right soone.
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.
2 He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence, so yt I shal not greatly fall.
114 Thou art my defence & shylde, my trust is in thy worde.
17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
9 For thou LORDE art my hope, thou hast set thy house of defence very hye.
7 For thou hast delyuered me out of all my trouble, so that myne eye seyth his desyre vpo myne enemies.