Psalms 56:1
Be mercifull vnto me (o God) for men wil treade me downe: they are daylie fightinge & troublinge me.
Be mercifull vnto me (o God) for men wil treade me downe: they are daylie fightinge & troublinge me.
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2Myne enemies treade me daylie vnder their fete, for they be many, yt proudly fight agaynst me.
3Neuerthelesse, whe I am afrayed, I put my trust in the.
3Be mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) for I call daylie vpon the.
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.
5They vexe me daylie in my wordes: all yt they ymagin, is to do me euell.
6They holde alltogether, & kepe them selues close: they marck my steppes, how they maye catch my soule.
1Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
26That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
3He shal sende fro heauen, & saue me fro the reprofe of him that wolde swalowe me vp.
2Heare my prayer (o God) considre the wordes of my mouth.
3For straungers are rysen vp agaynst me, and the mightie (which haue not God before their eyes) seke after my soule.
1Geue sentence vpon me (o God) & defende my cause agaynst the vnholy people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wicked man.
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?
2Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?
9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
3My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
13Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.
24Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
9From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute.
14O God, the proude are rysen agaynst me, and the cogregacion of ye mightie seketh after my soule, & set not ye before their eyes.
16Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
8Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me.
1Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
6Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
16In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
10God sheweth me his goodnesse plenteously, God letteth me se my desyre vpo myne enemies.
1Haue mercy vpon me (o God) after thy goodnes, & acordinge vnto thy greate mercies, do awaye myne offences.
10Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
9He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
10They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
21O delyuer me, for I am helplesse & poore, & my herte is wounded within me,
10But be thou mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) rayse thou me vp, and I shal rewarde them.
9Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
10daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
10Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
1O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
1Heare my voyce (o God) in my coplaynte, preserue my life fro feare of ye enemie.
1Stryue thou with them (o LORDE) that stryue wt me, fight thou agaynst them that fight agaynst me.
1Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
18Yee euen God that endureth for euer, shal heare me, and brynge them downe. Sela. For they wil not turne: and why? they feare not God.
1Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
21Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
12As for me, I wil pacietly abyde allwaye, & wil euer encrease thy prayse.
9Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
3For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
1Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.
3Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
11Yee in God do I trust, & am not afraied: what ca man the do vnto me?
3For lo, they lye waytinge for my soule: ye mightie me are gathered together against me, wt out eny offence or faute of me, o LORDE.
20Considre (O LORDE) how I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my herte turneth aboute in me, and I am full of heuynes. The swearde hurteth me without, and within I am like vnto death.