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