Psalms 55:7
Sela. I wolde make haist to escape, from the stormy wynde and tempest.
Sela. I wolde make haist to escape, from the stormy wynde and tempest.
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5And I sayde: O that I had wynges like a doue, that I might fle somwhere, and be at rest.
6Lo, then wolde I get me awaye farre of, and remayne in the wildernesse.
8Destroie their tonges (o LORDE) and deuyde them, for I se vnrightuousnes & strife in ye cite.
5Wo is me yt my banishmet endureth sologe: I dwell in the tabernacles of the soroufull.
6I am become like a Pellicane in the wildernes, and like an Oule in a broken wall.
7I wake, and am euen as it were a sparow sittinge alone vpon the house toppe.
4I will dwell in thy tabernacle for euer, that I maye be safe vnder the couerynge of thy wynges.
1In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
2Wolde God that I had a cotage some where farre from folke, that I might leaue my people, and go from the: for they be all aduoutrers and a shrenckinge sorte.
7Yf I clymme vp in to heauen, thou art there: yf I go downe to hell, thou art there also.
1Be 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.
9Euen there also shal thy honde lede me, and thy right hande shal holde me.
4I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
5The waters compased me, euen to the very soule: the depe laye aboute me, and the wedes were wrapte aboute myne heade.
13O 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.
15that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.
16I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
7O God, when thou wetest forth before yi people, whe thou wetest thorow ye wildernes.
8He that oft tymes flytteth, is like a byrde yt forsaketh hir nest.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
3O that I might se him & fynde him: O that I might come before his seate,
8But now will I speake off the LORDE, and talke of God:
11Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.
5For in the tyme of trouble he hath hyd me in his tabernacle, yee in the secrete place of his dwellinge hath he kepte and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone.
18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
13Then shulde I now haue lyen still, I shulde haue slepte, and bene at rest:
2In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
3When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
23My knees are weake thorow fastinge, my flesh is dried vp for want of fatnesse.
14Then 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.
15What 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?
5That I might knowe, what answere he wolde geue me: & that I might vnderstonde, what he wolde saye vnto me.
20Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
7Sela. For this shal euery saynte make his prayer vnto the in due season, therfore shall not the greate water floudes come nye him.
6I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
27When I am purposed to forget my complayninges to chaunge my countenaunce, and to coforte my self:
19Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
25I loked aboute me, and there was no body, and all the byrdes of the ayre were awaye.
6Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
7Oh no, let him not do so with me. But let hym geue me like power to go to lawe, then am I sure to wynne my matter.
4Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
1Wo is me: I am become as one, that goeth a gleenynge in the haruest. There are no mo grapes to eate, yet wolde I fayne (with all my herte) haue of the best frute.
22Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
5Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.
28Mekely & lowly came I in, yee & without eny displeasure: I stode vp in ye cogregacion, & commoned with the
15Yee I had allmost also sayde euen as they: but lo, then shulde I haue condemned the generacion of thy children.
4They wente astraye in the wildernesse in an vntroden waye, & founde no cite to dwell in.
5Vntill I fynde out a place for the LORDE, an habitacio for the mightie one of Iacob.
17I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.