Psalms 27:7
Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
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10Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
8Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
1I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.
1Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
8The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
1I crie vnto the LORDE with my voyce, yee eue vnto the LORDE do I make my supplicacion. I poure out my complaynte before him, and shewe him of my trouble.
1Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.
2Hyde 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.
6For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
1Heare 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.
6Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
1When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
7Wha I was in trouble, I called vpo the LORDE, yee euen my God called I vpon, & so he herde my voyce fro his holy temple, & my coplaynte (came) into his eares.
4I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill.
1Heare my prayer (o LORDE) considre my desyre: answere me for thy treuth & rightuousnesse sake.
1Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
2Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
16Lest ye water floude drowne me, that the depe swalowe me not vp, & yt the pitte shut not hir mouth vpon me.
17Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
1Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
2The enemie crieth so, & the vngodly commeth on so fast: for they are mynded to do me some myschefe, so maliciously are they set agaynst me.
2O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
6Geue eare LORDE vnto my prayer, and pondre my humble desyre.
7In the tyme of my trouble I call vpon the, for thou hearest me.
6For they regarde not the workes of the LORDE, ner the operacion of his hades: therfore shal he breake them downe, and not buylde them vp.
6So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares.
2O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
1Heare ye right (O LORDE) cosidre my coplaynte: herken vnto my prayer, that goeth not out of a fayned mouth.
16Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
1Unto the wil I crie, o my stronge defence: thinke no scorne of me, lest (yf thou make the as though thou herdest not) I become like them, that go downe into ye pytte.
2Heare the voyce of my humble peticion, when I crie vnto the, and holde vp my hondes towarde thy holy temple.
9The LORDE hath herde myne humble peticio, the LORDE hath receaued my prayer.
56Thou hast herde my voyce, & hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my sighinge and crienge.
26That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
13Haue 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.
1I am wel pleased, yt the LORDE hath herde ye voyce of my prayer.
6And now hath he lift vp my heade aboue myne enemies, that copassed me rounde aboute.
22Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
7Sela. 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.
1O Lorde God my Sauyor, I crie daye & night before the: Oh let my prayer entre in to thy presence, encline thine eare vnto my callynge.
2For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell.
1I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
3Be mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) for I call daylie vpon the.
6Sela. Stode vp (o LORDE) in yi wrath, lift vp thyself ouer the furious indignacio of myne enemies: aryse vp (for me) in the vengeaunce that thou hast promysed.
3When I call vpo the, thou hearest me, and endewest my soule with moch stregth.
12Sela. Heare my prayer o LORDE, and considre my callinge: shewe not thy self as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme with the, as all my forefathers were.
9Saue (LORDE) & helpe vs (o kynge) when we call vpon the.
22And then sende for me to the lawe, yt I maye answere for my self: or els, let me speake, and geue thou the answere.
2O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
6Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me: