Psalms 55:6
Lo, then wolde I get me awaye farre of, and remayne in the wildernesse.
Lo, then wolde I get me awaye farre of, and remayne in the wildernesse.
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7 Sela. I wolde make haist to escape, from the stormy wynde and tempest.
8 Destroie their tonges (o LORDE) and deuyde them, for I se vnrightuousnes & strife in ye cite.
14 Then chatred I like a swalowe, and like a Crane, and mourned as a doue. I lift vp myne eyes in to ye hight: O LORDE, (sayde I) violence is done vnto me, be thou suertie for me.
15 What shal I speake or say, ethat he maye this doo? yt I maye lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my life?
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
5 And I sayde: O that I had wynges like a doue, that I might fle somwhere, and be at rest.
1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) be mercifull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in ye: & vnder the shadowe of thy wynges shalbe my refuge, vntill wickednesse be ouerpast.
1 In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
9 Euen there also shal thy honde lede me, and thy right hande shal holde me.
6 I am become like a Pellicane in the wildernes, and like an Oule in a broken wall.
7 I wake, and am euen as it were a sparow sittinge alone vpon the house toppe.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
7 In my bedde wil I remembre ye, & whe I wake, my talkynge shalbe of the.
8 O that I might haue my desyre: O yt God wolde graunte me the thynge, that I longe for:
9 That he wolde begynne and smyte me: that he wolde let his honde go, & hew me downe.
5 Wo is me yt my banishmet endureth sologe: I dwell in the tabernacles of the soroufull.
6 My soule hath loge dwelt amonge them, that be enemies vnto peace.
7 Yf I clymme vp in to heauen, thou art there: yf I go downe to hell, thou art there also.
13 Yf so be yt ye lye amoge the pales, the doues fethers shalbe couered with syluer, & hir winges of the color of golde.
4 I will dwell in thy tabernacle for euer, that I maye be safe vnder the couerynge of thy wynges.
8 But what are these that fle here like the cloudes, and as the doues flienge to their wyndowes?
13 O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me.
26 They are passed awaye, as the shippes that be good vnder sale, and as the Aegle that haisteth to the pray.
27 When I am purposed to forget my complayninges to chaunge my countenaunce, and to coforte my self:
3 O that I might se him & fynde him: O that I might come before his seate,
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
19 Yf they had caried me to my graue, as soone as I was borne, then shulde I be now, as though I had neuer bene.
20 Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
13 Then shulde I now haue lyen still, I shulde haue slepte, and bene at rest:
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.
26 Commeth it thorow thy wysdome, that the goshauke flyeth towarde the south?
23 My knees are weake thorow fastinge, my flesh is dried vp for want of fatnesse.
6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.
13 When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche:
8 He that oft tymes flytteth, is like a byrde yt forsaketh hir nest.
10 He rode vpo the Cherubins & dyd fle: he came flyenge with the wynges of the wynde.
28 Ye Moabites shal leaue the cities, and dwell in rockes off stone, and become like doues, that make their nestes in holes.
2 I do not exercise myself in greate matters, which are to hye for me.
52 Myne enemies hunted me out sharpely like a byrde, yee and that with out a cause.
18 Therfore, I thought verely, yt I shulde haue dyed in my nest: & yt my dayes shulde haue bene as many as the sondes of the see.
22 In tymes past thou didest set me vp an hye, as it were aboue ye winde, but now hast thou geue me a very sore fall.
7 ye snare is broke, and we are delyuered.
15 Fearfulnesse is turned agaynst me. Myne honoure vanisheth awaye more swiftly then wynde, & my prosperite departeth hece like as it were a cloude.
7 Thou LORDE preseruest both me & beestes. How precious is thy mercy (O God) that the children of men maye put their trust vnder ye shadowe of thy wynges?
28 Mekely & lowly came I in, yee & without eny displeasure: I stode vp in ye cogregacion, & commoned with the
4 When I layed me downe to slepe, I sayde: O when shal I ryse? Agayne, I longed sore for the night. Thus am I full off sorowe, till it be darcke.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
16 I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
6 my dayes passe ouer more spedely, the a weeuer can weeue out his webbe, and are gone, or I am awarre.