Psalms 5:1
Heare my wordes (o LORDE) considre my callynge.
Heare my wordes (o LORDE) considre my callynge.
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2 O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
3 Heare my voyce by tymes (o LORDE) for early in the morninge wil I gett me vnto the, yee & yt wt diligece.
2 Heare my prayer (o God) considre the wordes of my mouth.
1 Heare my prayer (o God) and hyde not thy self fro my peticion. Take hede vnto me and heare me, how piteously I mourne & coplayne.
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.
1 Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.
1 Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
1 Heare ye right (O LORDE) cosidre my coplaynte: herken vnto my prayer, that goeth not out of a fayned mouth.
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.
1 Heare my prayer (o LORDE) considre my desyre: answere me for thy treuth & rightuousnesse sake.
6 Geue eare LORDE vnto my prayer, and pondre my humble desyre.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
1 Heare my lawe (o my people) encline yor eares vnto ye wordes of my mouth.
14 Yee the wordes of my mouth & the meditacio of my herte shalbe acceptable vnto the, o LORDE, my helper and my redemer.
2 For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
1 My sonne, geue hede vnto my wysdome, & bowe thine eare vnto my prudece:
19 Considre me (o LORDE) and heare the voyce of myne enemies.
6 For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
1 Holde not thy toge, o God of my prayse. For the mouth of the vngodly, yee and the mouth of the disceatfull is opened vpon me,
3 My mouth shal speake of wy?dome, and my hert shal muse of vnderstondinge.
1 Herken (O ye heauens) I wyll speake: and let the earth heare the wordes of my mouth.
9 The LORDE hath herde myne humble peticio, the LORDE hath receaued my prayer.
8 O LORDE God of hoostes, heare my prayer: herken o God of Iacob.
1 Wherfore, heare my wordes (O Iob) & herken vnto all, that I wyll saye:
7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
1 Heare my voyce (o God) in my coplaynte, preserue my life fro feare of ye enemie.
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.
6 Therfore heare my wordes, and pondre the sentence of my lippes.
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 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
15 I wil exercise my self in thy comaundementes, & haue respecte vnto thy fotepathes.
149 Heare my voyce (o LORDE) acordige vnto thy louynge kyndnesse, quycke me acordige as thou art wot.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
1 I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.
20 My sonne, marcke my wordes, and enclyne thine eare vnto my saynges.
15 Open my lippes (O LORDE) that my mouth maye shewe thy prayse.
3 Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death.
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.
56 Thou hast herde my voyce, & hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my sighinge and crienge.
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.
1 Lorde, I am not hye mynded, I haue no proude lokes.
169 Let my coplaynte come before the (o LORDE) geue me vnderstondinge, acordinge vnto thy worde.
170 Oh let my supplicacio come before the, delyuer me acordinge to thy promyse.
34 O that my wordes might please him, for my ioye is in the LORDE.
1 I am wel pleased, yt the LORDE hath herde ye voyce of my prayer.
23 Take hede, and heare my voyce, pondre and merck my wordes wel.
1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
1 O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of.