Psalms 57:1
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.
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.
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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?
7 In my bedde wil I remembre ye, & whe I wake, my talkynge shalbe of the.
2 I call vnto God ye most hyest, eue ye God yt shal helpe me vp agayne.
3 He shal sende fro heauen, & saue me fro the reprofe of him that wolde swalowe me vp.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
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?
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) for men wil treade me downe: they are daylie fightinge & troublinge me.
16 As for me, I wil synge of thy power, ad prayse thy mercy betymes in the mornynge: for thou art my defence and refuge in the tyme of my trouble.
17 Vnto the (o my strength) wil I synge, for thou (o God) art my defence, and my merciful God.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
13 Haue 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.
8 Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the.
9 Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
3 Oh set me vp vpo an hye rocke. For thou art my hope, a stronge tower for me agaynst the enemie.
4 I will dwell in thy tabernacle for euer, that I maye be safe vnder the couerynge of thy wynges.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
1 Haue mercy vpon me (o God) after thy goodnes, & acordinge vnto thy greate mercies, do awaye myne offences.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
15 For I haue herde the blasphemy of the multitude: euery man abhorreth me: they haue gathered a councel together agaynst me, and are purposed to take awaye my life.
2 He shal saye vnto ye LORDE: o my hope, & my stronge holde, my God, in who I wil trust.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
3 Neuerthelesse, whe I am afrayed, I put my trust in the.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
5 For 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.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
6 Lo, then wolde I get me awaye farre of, and remayne in the wildernesse.
7 In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.
11 Yee in God do I trust, & am not afraied: what ca man the do vnto me?
1 Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.
8 Kepe me as the apple of an eye, defende me vnder the shadowe of thy wynges.
3 Be mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) for I call daylie vpon the.
7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
21 O delyuer me, for I am helplesse & poore, & my herte is wounded within me,
13 O LORDE, let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me, make haist (o LORDE) to helpe me. Let them be ashamed and cofounded, that seke after my soule, to destroie it: let them fall backwarde and be put to confucion, that wysh me euell.
10 God sheweth me his goodnesse plenteously, God letteth me se my desyre vpo myne enemies.
1 Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
16 In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
1 My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
2 In 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.
1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
11 Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
1 In the, O LORDE, is my trust: let me neuer be put to cofucion, but delyuer me in thy rightuousnesse.
5 Gracious is ye LORDE & rightuous, yee oure God is mercifull.
2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
1 Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.