Psalms 27:9
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.
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.
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21Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
22Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.
17Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
9For 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.
10Thou art my succoure, leaue me not, nether forsake me, O God my Sauioure.
19But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
8Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
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.
26That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
14LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
2For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
12As for me, I wil pacietly abyde allwaye, & wil euer encrease thy prayse.
1How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
16But my hope is in ye O LORDE, & I saye: thou art my God.
11Cast me not awaie from thy presence, and take not thy holy sprete fro me.
11Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
9Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte 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.
1My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
11O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
8Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
10Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
24Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
1Heare my prayer (o God) and hyde not thy self fro my peticion. Take hede vnto me and heare me, how piteously I mourne & coplayne.
9Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
13O 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.
1Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
22This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.
21O delyuer me, for I am helplesse & poore, & my herte is wounded within me,
16Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
7But as soone as thou turnedest thy face fro me, I was brought in feare.
13Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
1Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
1Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
18O what greate troubles & aduersite hast thou shewed me? & yet didest thou turne & refresh me, yee & broughtest me from the depe of the earth agayne.
5As 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.
20Neuerthelesse graunte me ij. thinges, and then will I not hyde my self from the.
21Withdrawe thine honde fro me, & let not the fearfull drede of the make me afrayed.
42LORDE God, turne not awaye the face of thine anoynted: thinke vpon the mercies of thy seruaunt Dauid.
1O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
9Turne thy face fro my synnes, and put out all my my?dedes.
22Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
17Be not now terrible vnto me (o LORDE) for thou art he, in whom I hope, when I am in parell.
29Let the be wyped out of ye boke of the lyuinge, & not be written amonge the rightuous.
7Shewe yi maruelous louinge kindnesse, thou that sauest them which put their trust in the, from soch as resist thy right honde.
1The LORDE is my light and my health: whom then shulde I feare? the LORDE is the strength of my life, for whom the shulde I be afrayed?
9Why wilt thou make thy self a cowarde, and as it were a giaute that yet maye not helpe? For thou art ours (o LORDE) and we beare thy name, therfore forsake vs not.
5For 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.
46The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.
20O kepe my soule, and delyuer me: let me not be confounded, for I haue put my trust in the.