Psalms 30:3
Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
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5 The waters compased me, euen to the very soule: the depe laye aboute me, and the wedes were wrapte aboute myne heade.
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.
20 Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faithfulnesse (o God) playege vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel.
1 I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me.
2 O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
30 that he kepeth his soule from perishinge, & latteth him enioye the light of ye lyuinge.
13 For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
10 Therfore dyd my hert reioyce, & my tunge was glad, my flesh also shall rest in hope.
15 But God shal deliuer my soule from the power of hell, when he receaueth me.
16 Verely (LORDE,) men must lyue in bytternesse, & all my life must I passe ouer therin: For thou raysest me vp, and wakest me. But lo, I wilbe wel content with this bytternes.
17 Neuertheles my couersacion hath so pleased ye, that thou woldest not make an ende of my life, so that thou hast cast all my synnes behynde thy backe.
18 For hell prayseth not the, death doth not magnifie the. They that go downe into the graue, prayse not thy treuth:
27 For thou shalt not leaue my soule in hell, nether shalt thou suffer yi Holy to se corrupcion.
2 He brought me out of the horrible pitte, out of the myre and claye: he set my fete vpo the rocke, and ordred my goinges.
5 Thou hast layed me in the lowest pytte, in ye darcknesse and in the depe.
6 Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
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.
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.
17 I wil not dye, but lyue, and declare the workes of the LORDE.
18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
9 What profit is there in my bloude, yf I go downe to corrupcion?
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
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.
58 Thou (O LORDE) hast mayntened the cause of my soule, and hast redemed my life.
13 For thou hast delyuered my soule fro death, & my fete fro fallinge, yt I maye walke before God in ye light of ye lyuynge.
6 The Lorde slayeth, and geueth life: he ledeth vnto hell, and bryngeth out agayne.
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.
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
5 For in death no man remebreth the: Oh who wil geue the thankes in the hell?
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.
15 Take me out of the myre, yt I syncke not: Oh let me be delyuered fro the yt hate me, & out of ye depe waters.
5 Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.
55 I called vpon thy name (O LORDE) out of the depe pitte.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
18 kepeth his soule from destruccion, & his life from ye swearde.
1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
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.
28 Yee he hath delyuered my soule from destruccion, & my life, that it seyth ye light.
25 My soule cleueth to the dust, O quicken thou me acordinge to thy worde.
8 Yf I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttemost parte of the see:
1 Prayse the LORDE (o my soule:) whyle I lyue wil I prayse the LORDE, yee as loge as I haue eny beynge, I wil synge prayses vnto my God.
3 Thou haddest cast me downe depe in ye middest off the see, and the floude compased me aboute: yee all thy wawes and rowles of water went ouer me,