Psalms 43:2
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?
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?
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9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
10 daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
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 Geue sentence vpon me (o God) & defende my cause agaynst the vnholy people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wicked man.
14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
11 Shalt not thou do it (o God) which hast cast vs out: thou God, yt wentest not forth with oure hoostes?
10 Shalt not thou do it, o God, thou yt hast cast vs out: thou God, yt wentest not out wt or hoostes?
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
3 Oh sende out yi light & thy trueth, yt they maye lede me & brynge me vnto thy holy hill and to thy dwellinge.
4 That I maye go into the aulter of God, euen vnto the God which is my ioye & pleasure, & vpon the harpe to geue thakes vnto ye, o God, my God.
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.
5 O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
6 My God, my soule is vexed within me: therfore I remebre the londe of Iordane, & the litle hill of Hermonim. One depe calleth another wt the voyce of thy whystles, all thy wawes & water floudes are gone ouer me.
1 O God, wherfore doest thou cast vs so cleane awaye? why is yi wrath so hote agaynst ye shepe of yi pasture?
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.
1 Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
4 For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.
1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
2 Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?
10 And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
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.
23 Vp LORDE, why slepest thou? Awake, and cast vs not of for euer.
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face? wilt thou clene forget oure misery and oppressio?
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
9 We will allwaye make oure boast of God, and prayse thy name for euer.
3 My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
3 Oh set me vp vpo an hye rocke. For thou art my hope, a stronge tower for me agaynst the enemie.
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
4 I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
21 Thou art become myne enemye, & wt yi violet hade thou takest parte agaynst me.
11 Let them be cofounded & perish, that are agaynst my soule: let the be couered with shame & dishonoure, that seke to do me euell.
1 O God, thou yt hast cast vs out and scatred vs abrode, thou yt hast bene so sore displeased at vs, coforte vs agayne.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
13 They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
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.
17 Vnto the (o my strength) wil I synge, for thou (o God) art my defence, and my merciful God.
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.
18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
27 How maye then Iacob thinke, or how maye Israel saye: My wayes are hyd from the LORDE, and my God knoweth not of my iudgmentes.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
49 He bryngeth me out fro myne enemies: & from them yt ryse vp agaynst me, shalt thou exalte me, and from ye cruell man shalt thou delyuer me.
39 Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto ye batell, thou hast throwe them all downe vnder me, that rose vp agaynst me.
2 I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies.