Psalms 38:16
My desyre is, yt myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me.
My desyre is, yt myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me.
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17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
24 Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
25 O let the not saye in their hertes: there there, so wolde we haue it. O let them not saye: we haue ouercome him.
26 Let them be put to confucion and shame, that reioyse at my trouble: let the be clothed with rebuke and dishonoure, that boost the selues agaynst me.
27 Let them also be glad and reioyse, that fauoure my rightuous dealinge: yee let them saye allwaye: blessed be ye LORDE, which hath pleasure in the prosperite of his seruaunt.
36 Thou hast made rowme ynough vnder me for to go, that my fote steppes shulde not slyde.
2 Neuerthelesse my fete were allmost gone, my treadinges had wel nye slipte.
15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
37 Thou hast enlarged my goinge vnder me, and myne ankles haue not slyded.
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.
18 When I sayde: my fote hath slipped, thy mercy (o LORDE) helde me vp.
11 O let not the fote of pryde ouertake me, O let not the hande of ye vngodly cast me downe.
10 For why, I herde so many derisios and blasphemies, yee euen of myne owne companyons, and off soch as were conuersaunte with me: which wente aboute, to make me afrayed sayenge: vpon him, let vs go vpon him, to feare him, and make him holde his tonge: yt we maye ouercome him, and be avenged off him.
38 I will smyte them, they shall not be able to stonde, but fall vnder my fete.
5 Oh ordre thou my goynges in thy pathes, that my fote steppes slippe not.
6 For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
5 But yf ye wil enhaunce yor selues agaynst me, & accuse me to be a wicked personne because of the shame that is come vpon me:
6 Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
6 They holde alltogether, & kepe them selues close: they marck my steppes, how they maye catch my soule.
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.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
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.
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.
12 They that sought after my life, and to do me euell, spake of lyes and ymagined disceate all the daye longe.
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.
5 Wherfore shulde I feare the euell dayes, whe the wickednesse of my heles copaseth me rounde aboute?
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.
22 Let the noyse be herde out of their houses, when the murtherer cometh sodenly vpon them: For they haue digged a pit to take me, and layed snares for my fete.
3 My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
1 Be thou my iudge (O LORDE) for I walke innocently: my trust is in the LORDE, therfore shall I not fall.
5 The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.
10 Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
10 They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
18 They preuented me in the tyme of my trouble, but ye LORDE was my defence.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
15 Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the LORDE, for he shal plucke my fete out of ye nett.
14 Let the soone be brought to shame, that crie ouer me: there there.
12 But it is thou my companyon, my gyde and myne owne familier frede.
29 Haue I euer reioysed at the hurte of myne enemy? Or, was I euer glad, yt eny harme happened vnto him? Oh no,
19 But myne enemies lyue, and are mightie: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in nombre.
13 They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.
19 They ouertoke me in the tyme of my trouble, but the LORDE was my succoure.
3 I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
8 And now LORDE, wherin shall I comforte me? my hope is in the.
10 But be thou mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) rayse thou me vp, and I shal rewarde them.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
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.