Psalms 40:17
Thou art my helper & redemer, make no longe tariege, o my God.
Thou art my helper & redemer, make no longe tariege, o my God.
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5 As 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.
21 O delyuer me, for I am helplesse & poore, & my herte is wounded within me,
22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
22 Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.
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.
1 Blessed is he, yt considreth ye poore: ye LORDE shal delyuer him in the tyme of trouble.
12 As for me, I wil pacietly abyde allwaye, & wil euer encrease thy prayse.
29 Let the be wyped out of ye boke of the lyuinge, & not be written amonge the rightuous.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
1 Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
1 Bowe downe thine eare (o LORDE) and heare me, for I am cofortles and poore.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
15 For 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.
10 All my bones shal saie: LORDE, who is like vnto the? which delyuerest ye poore from those that are to stronge for him, yee the poore and the nedy from his robbers.
1 I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
16 As for me, I am poore & in mysery, but the LORDE careth for me.
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.
12 For he shal deliuer the poore whe he crieth, & the nedy yt hath no helpe.
11 Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
40 The 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.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
31 For he stondeth at the right hande of the poore, to saue him from soch as condempne his soule.
15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
11 O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe 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.
17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
1 Geue sentence vpon me (o God) & defende my cause agaynst the vnholy people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wicked man.
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?
16 In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
6 The LORDE preserueth ye symple, I was brought downe, and he helped me.
6 This poore man cried vnto the LORDE, and he herde him, yee and delyuered him out of all his troubles.
2 Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
13 They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.
11 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet thanke him for the helpe of his countenaunce, and because he is my God.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
17 When the thurstie and poore seke water & fynde none, & when their tunge is drie of thurst: I geue it them, saieth the LORDE. I the God of Israel forsake them not.
22 This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.
8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
10 But be thou mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) rayse thou me vp, and I shal rewarde them.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
5 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thakes for ye helpe of his countenauce, and because he is my God.
41 Let thy louynge mercy come vnto me (o LORDE) and thy sauynge health acordinge vnto thy worde.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.