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