Psalms 40:13
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.
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.
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1Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
21Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
22Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.
10Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
12As for me, I wil pacietly abyde allwaye, & wil euer encrease thy prayse.
26That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
19But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
5As for me, I am poore & in misery, haist the God for to helpe me. Thou art my helpe, my redemer & my God: oh make no longe tarienge.
11Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
11Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
12For 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.
1Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
14Let the soone be brought to shame, that crie ouer me: there there.
17Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
18Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me.
16As for me, I am poore & in mysery, but the LORDE careth for me.
17Thou art my helper & redemer, make no longe tariege, o my God.
13Haue 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.
9Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
154Manteyne thou my cause and defende me, quycken me acordinge vnto thy worde.
21O delyuer me, for I am helplesse & poore, & my herte is wounded within me,
15For 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.
16But my hope is in ye O LORDE, & I saye: thou art my God.
2Be thou my stronge holde (where vnto I maye allwaye fle) thou that hast promised to helpe me: for thou art my house of defence & my castell.
4Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
7Sela. 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.
13They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.
4I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
2Bowe downe thine eare to me, make haist to delyuer me:
1O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
13Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
16Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
17The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
1Geue sentence vpon me (o God) & defende my cause agaynst the vnholy people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wicked man.
6Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
40The LORDE shal stode by them, and saue them: he shal delyuer them from the vngodly, and helpe the, because they put their trust in him.
13Vp LORDE, dispoynte him & cast him downe: delyuer my soule with thy swerde from the vngodly.
1I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
20O kepe my soule, and delyuer me: let me not be confounded, for I haue put my trust in the.
41Let thy louynge mercy come vnto me (o LORDE) and thy sauynge health acordinge vnto thy worde.
1Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
14Heale me (o LORDE) and I shall be whole: saue thou me, and I shalbe saued, for thou art my prayse.
8And now LORDE, wherin shall I comforte me? my hope is in the.
25Helpe now o LORDE, o LORDE sende vs now prosperite.
24Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
13Synge vnto the LORDE, and prayse him, for he hath delyuered the soule off the oppressed, from the honde off the violent.
13But LORDE, I made my prayer vnto the in an acceptable tyme:
107I am troubled aboue measure, quycken me (o LORDE) acordinge vnto thy worde.
9My 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.
22Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.