Psalms 28:1
Unto 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.
Unto 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.
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7 Sela. 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.
8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
2 Heare the voyce of my humble peticion, when I crie vnto the, and holde vp my hondes towarde thy holy temple.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
2 Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
2 O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
1 Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.
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 O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
1 I 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.
1 Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
2 From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble:
1 O 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.
2 For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell.
56 Thou hast herde my voyce, & hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my sighinge and crienge.
2 Bowe downe thine eare to me, make haist to delyuer me:
20 Whe I crie vnto the, thou doest not heare me: & though I stonde before the, yet thou regardest me not.
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
4 I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill.
1 I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
1 I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
6 So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
6 For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
17 My tyme is in thy honde: delyuer me from the honde of myne enemies, & from them yt persecute me.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
7 Wha 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.
13 Vnto the I crie (o LORDE) and early cometh my prayer before the.
14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
2 O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
1 Heare my prayer (o God) and hyde not thy self fro my peticion. Take hede vnto me and heare me, how piteously I mourne & coplayne.
2 The 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.
22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
22 This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.
6 I wente downe to the botome of the hilles, & was barred in with earth for euer. But thou (o LORDE my God) hast brought vp my lyfe agayne out of corrupcion.
7 When my soule faynted within me, I thought vpon the LORDE: and my prayer came in vnto the, euen in to thy holy temple.
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
12 Sela. 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.
6 Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
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.
4 Fre amoge the deed, like vnto the yt lye in the graue, which be out of remembrauce, and are cutt awaye from thy honde.