Psalms 3:1
Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
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2 Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
3 Sela But thou (o LORDE) art my defender, my worshipe, ad the lifter vp of my heade.
3 For straungers are rysen vp agaynst me, and the mightie (which haue not God before their eyes) seke after my soule.
1 Many a tyme haue they fought agaynst me fro my youth vp (maye Israel now saie).
2 Yee many a tyme haue they fought agaist me fro my youth vp, but they haue not ouercome me.
2 Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?
14 O God, the proude are rysen agaynst me, and the cogregacion of ye mightie seketh after my soule, & set not ye before their eyes.
1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) for men wil treade me downe: they are daylie fightinge & troublinge me.
2 Myne enemies treade me daylie vnder their fete, for they be many, yt proudly fight agaynst me.
6 Sela. 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.
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
3 For lo, they lye waytinge for my soule: ye mightie me are gathered together against me, wt out eny offence or faute of me, o 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.
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.
19 But myne enemies lyue, and are mightie: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in nombre.
3 My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
3 Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
16 Who ryseth vp with me agaynst the wicked? who taketh my parte agaynst the euell doers?
1 Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
21 I hate them (o LORDE) that hate the, & I maye not awaye with those that ryse vp agaynst the?
18 Yee euen God that endureth for euer, shal heare me, and brynge them downe. Sela. For they wil not turne: and why? they feare not God.
62 The lippes of myne enemies, & their deuyces that they take agaynst me, all the daye longe.
17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
3 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
12 Vpon my right hade they rose together agaynst me, they haue hurte my fete, made awaye to destroye me,
13 & my path haue they clene marred. It was so easy for them to do me harme, that they neded no man to helpe the.
2 For lo, thy enemies make a murmuringe, & they yt hate the, lift vp their heade.
6 I am not afrayed for thousandes of the people, that copasse me rounde aboute.
7 Vp LORDE, and helpe me, o my God: for thou smytest all myne enemies vpon the cheke bones, and breakest the teth of the vngodly.
13 They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.
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.
12 His men of warre came together, which made their waye ouer me, and beseged my dwellinge rounde aboute.
6 Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
9 From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute.
6 The LORDE is my helper, I wil not feare what man doeth vnto me.
7 The LORDE is my helper, & I shal se my desyre vpon myne enemies.
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.
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.
10 They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
24 Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
11 But the LORDE stode by me, like a mightie giaunte: therfore my persecuters fell, and coude do nothinge. They shal be sore confouded, for they haue done vnwisely, they shall haue an euerlastinge shame.
1 Stryue thou with them (o LORDE) that stryue wt me, fight thou agaynst them that fight agaynst me.
13 I am become a very reprofe amonge all myne enemies, my neghbours & they of myne owne acquauntaunce are afrayed of me: they yt se me in the strete, coveye them selues fro me.
3 For the loue that I had vnto them, they take now my contrary parte, but I geue my self vnto prayer.
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
10 Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
15 But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.