Psalms 39:12
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.
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.
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13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
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.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
1 Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
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.
2 Heare my prayer (o God) considre the wordes of my mouth.
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.
19 I am a strauger vpo earth, O hyde not thy commaundementes fro me.
9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
3 Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.
56 Thou hast herde my voyce, & hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my sighinge and crienge.
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.
2 O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
1 Heare my prayer (o LORDE) considre my desyre: answere me for thy treuth & rightuousnesse sake.
2 For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell.
15 For we are but pilgrems & straugers before the, as were all oure fathers. Oure life vpon earth is as a shadowe, and here is no abydinge.
15 The seruauntes and maydens of myne owne house take me for a strauger, and I am become as an aleaunt in their sight.
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 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
1 Heare ye right (O LORDE) cosidre my coplaynte: herken vnto my prayer, that goeth not out of a fayned mouth.
2 Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
22 This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.
16 Therfore do I wepe, and myne eyes gusshe out of water: for the coforter that shulde quycken me, is farre fro me. My children are dryuen awaye, for why? the enemie hath gotten the ouer honde.
8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
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.
2 O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
20 Considre (O LORDE) how I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my herte turneth aboute in me, and I am full of heuynes. The swearde hurteth me without, and within I am like vnto death.
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.
8 Thou tellest my flittinges, thou puttest my teares in thy botell, and nombrest them.
6 For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
8 Awaye fro me all ye wicked doers, for the LORDE hath herde the voyce off my wepinge.
9 The LORDE hath herde myne humble peticio, the LORDE hath receaued my prayer.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
1 I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
18 O earth, couer not my bloude, and let my crienge fynde no rowme.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
9 My hert speaketh vnto the, my face seketh the, yee LORDE, thy face wil I seke. O hyde not thou thy face fro me, cast not thy seruaunt of in displeasure.
6 So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares.
4 Els woldest thou saye vnto me: O my father, thou art he that hast brought me vp, and led me fro my youth: