Psalms 57:4
Sela. This shal God sende, for his mercy and faithfulnesse sake. I lye with my soule amonge the cruell lyons:
Sela. This shal God sende, for his mercy and faithfulnesse sake. I lye with my soule amonge the cruell lyons:
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1O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
2Lest he hantch vp my soule like a lyon, & teare it in peces, whyle there is none to helpe.
12Greate bulles are come aboute me, fatt oxen close me in on euery syde.
13They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampinge and roaringe lyon.
14I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
16For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me.
17LORDE, whan wilt thou loke vpo this? O restore my soule from ye wicked rumoure of the, my dearlinge from the lyons.
12Like as a lyon that is gredy of his pray, & as it were a lyons whelpe lurckynge in his denne.
13Vp LORDE, dispoynte him & cast him downe: delyuer my soule with thy swerde from the vngodly.
3He shal sende fro heauen, & saue me fro the reprofe of him that wolde swalowe me vp.
5euen amonge the children of men, whose tethe are speares and arowes, and their tonge a sharpe swerde.
6Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
10He layeth waite for me like a Bere, and as a lyon in a hole.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
6Breake their teth (o God) in their mouthes, smyte the chaft bones of the lyons whelpes in sonder, o LORDE.
4Euen mightie & sharpe arowes, wt hote burnige coales.
13He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
10The roaringe of the lyon, the cryenge off the lyonesse, & ye teth off ye lyos whelpes are broke.
11The greate lyon perysheth, because he ca get no pray and the lyons whelpes are scatred abrode.
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.
2he hath made my mouth like a sharpe swerde, vnder ye shadowe of his honde hath he defended me, and hyd me in his quyuer, as a good arowe,
3Drawe out thy swearde, and stoppe the waye agaynst them that persecute me, saye vnto my soule: I am yi helpe.
10Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
14O God, the proude are rysen agaynst me, and the cogregacion of ye mightie seketh after my soule, & set not ye before their eyes.
20Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlinge from the power of the dogge.
7Vp LORDE, and helpe me, o my God: for thou smytest all myne enemies vpon the cheke bones, and breakest the teth of the vngodly.
4Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
12They came aboute me like bees, & were as hote as the fyre in the thornes, but in the name of the LORDE I wil destroye them.
2Myne enemies treade me daylie vnder their fete, for they be many, yt proudly fight agaynst me.
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.
9He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
3They sharpen their tonges like a serpent, Adders poyson is vnder their lippes.
4Sela. Kepe me (o LORDE) from the hande of the vngodly, preserue me from the wicked men, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goinges.
5The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.
13I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
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.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
6Yee a mightie & an innumerable people shall come vp in to my londe: these haue teth like the teth of lyons, & chaftbones like the lyonesses.
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.
2Therfore when the wicked (euen myne enemies & my foes) came vpon me, to eate vp my flesh, they stombled and fell.
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.
2Delyuer my soule (o LORDE) fro lyenge lippes, & fro a disceatfull toge.
3For straungers are rysen vp agaynst me, and the mightie (which haue not God before their eyes) seke after my soule.
4Sela. But lo, God is my helper: it is he that vpholdeth my soule.
6My soule hath loge dwelt amonge them, that be enemies vnto peace.
2and speake agaynst me with false toges. They compase me aboute with wordes of hatred, & fight agaynst me without a cause.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
9My soule hangeth vpon the, thy right honde vpholdeth me.
10They seke after my soule, but in vayne, for they shal go vnder the earth.