Psalms 51:11
Cast me not awaie from thy presence, and take not thy holy sprete fro me.
Cast me not awaie from thy presence, and take not thy holy sprete fro me.
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12O geue me the comforte of thy helpe agayne, and stablish me with thy fre sprete.
9Turne thy face fro my synnes, and put out all my my?dedes.
10Make me a clene hert (o God) and renue a right sprete within me.
9For 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.
8Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
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.
21Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
11Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
7Yf I clymme vp in to heauen, thou art there: yf I go downe to hell, thou art there also.
4I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
13Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
14LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
21Withdrawe thine honde fro me, & let not the fearfull drede of the make me afrayed.
1Haue mercy vpon me (o God) after thy goodnes, & acordinge vnto thy greate mercies, do awaye myne offences.
2Wash me well fro my wickednesse, & clense me fro my synne.
19Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
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.
24Yet wil I saye: O my God, take me not awaye in ye myddest of myne age: as for thy yeares, they endure thorow out all generacions.
8I wil kepe thy statutes, o forsake me not vtterly.
10I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.
2For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
11O let not the fote of pryde ouertake me, O let not the hande of ye vngodly cast me downe.
1Oh LORDE, rebuke me not in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure.
10Teach me to do the thinge that pleaseth the, for thou art my God: let thy louynge sprete lede me forth vnto the londe of rightuousnesse.
11Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
1Pvt me not to rebuke (Oh LORDE) in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure.
13Kepe thy seruaute also from presumptuous synnes, lest they get the dominion ouer me: so shal I be vndefyled & innocet fro the greate offence.
19But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
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.
10With my whole herte do I seke ye, O let me not go wronge out of thy comaundemetes.
11Thy wordes haue I hyd within my herte, yt I shulde not synne agaynst the.
7Wil the LORDE cast out for euer? Wil he be nomore intreated?
1Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
8And now LORDE, wherin shall I comforte me? my hope is in the.
22Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
22O turne fro me shame & rebuke, for I kepe thy testimonies.
10Therfore dyd my hert reioyce, & my tunge was glad, my flesh also shall rest in hope.
11O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
9O destroye not my soule with the synners, ner my life with the bloudthurstie.
23Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes.
24Loke well, yf there be eny waye of wickednesse in me, & lede me in the waye euerlastinge.
25O what is there prepared for me in heauen? there is nothinge vpo earth, that I desyre in comparison of the.
10And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
37O turne awaye myne eyes, lest they beholde vanite, & quicke me in thy waie.
7Oh remebre not ye synnes & offences of my youth, but acordinge vnto thy mercy thynke vpon me (O LORDE) for thy goodnesse.
12As for me, I wil pacietly abyde allwaye, & wil euer encrease thy prayse.
10Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
3O plucke me not awaye amonge the vngodly and wicked doers, which speake frendly to their neghboure, but ymagin myschefe in their hertes.