Psalms 35:17
LORDE, whan wilt thou loke vpo this? O restore my soule from ye wicked rumoure of the, my dearlinge from the lyons.
LORDE, whan wilt thou loke vpo this? O restore my soule from ye wicked rumoure of the, my dearlinge from the lyons.
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1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
2 Lest he hantch vp my soule like a lyon, & teare it in peces, whyle there is none to helpe.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
20 Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlinge from the power of the dogge.
21 Saue me from the lyons mouth, and heare me fro amonge the hornes off the vnicornes.
3 He shal sende fro heauen, & saue me fro the reprofe of him that wolde swalowe me vp.
4 Sela. This shal God sende, for his mercy and faithfulnesse sake. I lye with my soule amonge the cruell lyons:
13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampinge and roaringe lyon.
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.
16 With ye gredy & scornefull ypocrites, they gna?shed vpon me with theirteth.
12 Like as a lyon that is gredy of his pray, & as it were a lyons whelpe lurckynge in his denne.
13 Vp LORDE, dispoynte him & cast him downe: delyuer my soule with thy swerde from the vngodly.
18 So wil I geue ye thankes in the greate congregacion, & prayse the amonge moch people.
22 This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.
18 Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
3 Drawe out thy swearde, and stoppe the waye agaynst them that persecute me, saye vnto my soule: I am yi helpe.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro 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?
13 I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
2 Delyuer my soule (o LORDE) fro lyenge lippes, & fro a disceatfull toge.
13 O 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.
39 Huntest thou the praye fro the Lyon, or fedest thou his whelpes
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.
9 From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute.
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
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.
9 But let my soule be ioyfull in the LORDE, and reioyse in his helpe.
10 All my bones shal saie: LORDE, who is like vnto the? which delyuerest ye poore from those that are to stronge for him, yee the poore and the nedy from his robbers.
10 He layeth waite for me like a Bere, and as a lyon in a hole.
6 Breake their teth (o God) in their mouthes, smyte the chaft bones of the lyons whelpes in sonder, o LORDE.
46 The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.
24 Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
15 Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the LORDE, for he shal plucke my fete out of ye nett.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
1 Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
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 For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
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.
22 Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.
4 Sela. Kepe me (o LORDE) from the hande of the vngodly, preserue me from the wicked men, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goinges.
11 Where is now the dwellinge of the lyos, and the pasture of the lyons whelpes? where the lyon and the lyonesse wente with the whelpes, and no man frayed them awaye?
21 Yee and the yonge lyons which roare after the praye, and seke their meate at God.
13 Synge vnto the LORDE, and prayse him, for he hath delyuered the soule off the oppressed, from the honde off the violent.