Psalms 40:1
I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
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1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
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.
3 He hath put a new songe in my mouth, euen a thankesgeuynge vnto oure God. Many men seynge this, shal feare the LORDE, & put their trust in him.
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
2 Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
5 I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.
6 My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other.
8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
4 I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill.
6 So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares.
1 I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.
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 Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
2 From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble:
7 Wha I was in trouble, I called vpo the LORDE, yee euen my God called I vpon, & so he herde my voyce fro his holy temple, & my coplaynte (came) into his eares.
2 O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
1 I am wel pleased, yt the LORDE hath herde ye voyce of my prayer.
2 That he hath enclyned his eare vnto me, therfore wil I call vpo him as longe as I lyue.
6 For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
1 Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.
5 I called vpon the LORDE in trouble, and the LORDE herde me at large.
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.
7 Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them.
15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
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.
7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
4 I sought the LORDE, and he herde me, yee he delyuered me out of all my feare.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
6 This poore man cried vnto the LORDE, and he herde him, yee and delyuered him out of all his troubles.
2 O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
1 My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
6 For they regarde not the workes of the LORDE, ner the operacion of his hades: therfore shal he breake them downe, and not buylde them vp.
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.
17 Thou art my helper & redemer, make no longe tariege, o my God.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
14 O tary thou ye LORDES leysure, be stronge, let thine hert be of good comforte, and wayte thou still for the LORDE.
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.
2 For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell.
20 He broughte me forth in to liberty: he delyuered me, because he had a fauoure vnto me.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
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.
25 O how good is the LORDE vnto the, that put their trust in him, and to the soule that seketh after him?
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.
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.