Psalms 39:13
Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
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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.
20 Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
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.
9 For myne enemies speake agaynst me, & they that laye wayte for my soule, take their councell together, sayenge: God hath forsake him, persecute him, take him, for there is none to helpe him.
10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
4 My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
22 Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
11 I spake within my self: I shal neuer viset the LORDE God in this life: I shal neuer se man, amonge the dwellers of the worlde
12 Myne age is folden vp together and taken awaye fro me, like a sheperdes cotage: my lyfe is hewen of, like as a weeuer cutteth of his webb. Whyl I was yet takinge my rest, he hewed me of, & made an ende of me in one daie.
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.
23 He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
24 Yet wil I saye: O my God, take me not awaye in ye myddest of myne age: as for thy yeares, they endure thorow out all generacions.
9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
10 Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
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.
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?
19 Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
3 And now o LORDE, take my life fro me (I beseke the) for I had rather dye then lyue.
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.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
11 Cast me not awaie from thy presence, and take not thy holy sprete fro me.
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
11 Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
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.
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.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
3 Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death.
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
22 yet the nombre of my yeares are come, & I must go the waye, from whence I shal not turne agayne.
1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
20 Neuerthelesse graunte me ij. thinges, and then will I not hyde my self from the.
21 Withdrawe thine honde fro me, & let not the fearfull drede of the make me afrayed.
9 And he saide vnto me: Come to me, and kyll me, for anguysh hath gotten holde of me: for my life is yet whole within 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.
18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
13 Holde youre tonges now, and let me speake, for there is some thinge come in to my mynde.
4 I sayde: LORDE be mercifull vnto me, heale my soule, for I haue synned agaynst the.
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
49 What man is he that lyueth, and shal not se death? Maye a ma delyuer his owne soule from the honde of hell?
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.