Psalms 57:6
Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
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5 The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.
7 For they haue pryuely laied their nett to destroye me without a cause, yee and made a pitte for my soule, which I neuer deserued.
8 Let a sodane destruccio come vpon him vnawarres, and ye nett that he hath layed priuely, catch him self, that he maye fall in to his owne myschefe.
5 They vexe me daylie in my wordes: all yt they ymagin, is to do me euell.
6 They holde alltogether, & kepe them selues close: they marck my steppes, how they maye catch my soule.
7 But in vayne, for it shal escape the: and why? thou (o God) in thy displeasure shalt cast downe soch people.
15 As for the Heithen, the are suncke downe in the pytte that they made: in the same nette, which they spred out priuely, is their owne fote take.
11 They lye waytinge in or waye on euery syde, turnynge their eyes downe to the grounde.
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.
4 They rune & prepare the selues, wt out my faute: Arise, come thou helpe me, & beholde.
22 Let the noyse be herde out of their houses, when the murtherer cometh sodenly vpon them: For they haue digged a pit to take me, and layed snares for my fete.
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.
3 For straungers are rysen vp agaynst me, and the mightie (which haue not God before their eyes) seke after my soule.
9 But myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule.
10 Kepe me fro ye snare which they haue layed for me, and fro the trappes of the wicked doers. Let the vngodly fall in to their owne nettes together, vntill I be gone by them.
53 They haue put downe my life in to a pitte, and layed a stone vpon me.
3 I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
10 Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
85 The proude haue dygged pittes for me, which are not after thy lawe.
9 My soule hangeth vpon the, thy right honde vpholdeth me.
4 For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.
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.
16 My desyre is, yt myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me.
6 knowe this then, yt it is God, which hath handled me so violetly, & hath compased me aboute with his scourges.
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.
14 The yocke of my transgression is come at the last, with his honde hath he taken it vp, and put it aboute my neck. My strength is gone: the LORDE hath delyuered me in to those hondes, wherout I can not quyte myself.
13 & my path haue they clene marred. It was so easy for them to do me harme, that they neded no man to helpe the.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
12 He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shute at.
16 For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me.
15 He hath grauen and dygged vp a pytte, but he shal fall himself in to ye pytte yt he hath made.
2 Let the be shamed & confounded that seke after my soule: let them be turned backwarde & put to confucio, that wysh me euell.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
2 Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
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.
38 I will smyte them, they shall not be able to stonde, but fall vnder my fete.
4 Let them be cofounded and put to shame, that seke after my soule: let the be turned back and brought to confucion, that ymagin myschefe for me.
6 Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
12 They that sought after my life, and to do me euell, spake of lyes and ymagined disceate all the daye longe.
15 Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the LORDE, for he shal plucke my fete out of ye nett.
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
10 The snare is layed for him in the grounde, and a pytfall in the waye.
4 Sela. This shal God sende, for his mercy and faithfulnesse sake. I lye with my soule amonge the cruell lyons:
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.
18 Namely, how thou hast set the in a slippery place, that thou maiest cast the downe headlynges & destroye the.
8 For his fete shalbe taken in the nett, and he shal walke in the snare.
14 Let the soone be brought to shame, that crie ouer me: there there.
20 Do they not recompence euell for good, when they dygg a pyt for my soule? Remembre, how that I stode before the, to speake for the, ad to turne awaye thy wrath from them.
13 They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.