Psalms 55:1
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.
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.
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1 Helpe me (o God) for thy names sake, and delyuer me in thy stregth.
2 Heare my prayer (o God) considre the wordes of my mouth.
1 Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
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.
2 Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble: enclyne thine eares vnto me when I call, O heare me, and that right soone.
1 Heare my wordes (o LORDE) considre my callynge.
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.
1 Heare my prayer (o LORDE) considre my desyre: answere me for thy treuth & rightuousnesse sake.
56 Thou hast herde my voyce, & hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my sighinge and crienge.
6 Geue eare LORDE vnto my prayer, and pondre my humble desyre.
1 Heare ye right (O LORDE) cosidre my coplaynte: herken vnto my prayer, that goeth not out of a fayned mouth.
1 Heare my voyce (o God) in my coplaynte, preserue my life fro feare of ye enemie.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
2 Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
1 O Lorde God my Sauyor, I crie daye & night before the: Oh let my prayer entre in to thy presence, encline thine eare vnto my callynge.
2 For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell.
17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
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,
9 The LORDE hath herde myne humble peticio, the LORDE hath receaued my prayer.
16 In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
17 It is he that delyuereth my soule in peace, from them that laye waite for me: for they are many agaynst me.
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.
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 I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.
19 Therfore God hath herde me, ad considred the voyce off my prayer.
20 Praysed be God, which hath not cast out my prayer, ner turned his mercy fro 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.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
8 O LORDE God of hoostes, heare my prayer: herken o God of Iacob.
1 Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
7 Sela. 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.
21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
9 Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
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.
9 Turne thy face fro my synnes, and put out all my my?dedes.
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.
7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
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.
12 As for me, I wil pacietly abyde allwaye, & wil euer encrease thy prayse.
22 This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.
1 Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
1 Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
2 O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
1 Geue sentence vpon me (o God) & defende my cause agaynst the vnholy people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wicked man.