Psalms 59:3
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.
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.
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4 They rune & prepare the selues, wt out my faute: Arise, come thou helpe me, & beholde.
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.
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.
10 Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
6 Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
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.
3 My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
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.
1 Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
2 O delyuer me fro the wicked doers, & saue me fro the bloudthurstie me.
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.
12 They that sought after my life, and to do me euell, spake of lyes and ymagined disceate all the daye longe.
9 But myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule.
1 Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
2 Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
9 From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute.
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.
23 Yet LORDE, thou knowest all their coucell, that they haue deuysed, to slaye me. And therfore forgeue them not their wickednes, and let not their synne be put out of thy sight: but let them be iudged before the as the giltie: This shalt thou do vnto the in ye tyme of thy indignacion.
19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
13 I am become a very reprofe amonge all myne enemies, my neghbours & they of myne owne acquauntaunce are afrayed of me: they yt se me in the strete, coveye them selues fro me.
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.
12 Delyuer me not into the wylles of myne aduersaries, for there are false wytnesses rysen vp against me, and they ymagyn myschefe.
19 But myne enemies lyue, and are mightie: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in nombre.
26 For amonge my people are founde wicked personnes, that priuely laye snares and waite for men, to take them, and destroye them.
21 They gather them together agaynst the soule of the rightuous, & condemne the innocent bloude.
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.
18 Yee they the selues laye wayte one for anothers bloude, and one of the wolde slaye another.
2 For lo, the vngodly haue bet their bowe, and made redy their arowes in the quyuer: that they maye priuely shute at them, which are true of herte.
16 My desyre is, yt myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me.
2 Let the be shamed & confounded that seke after my soule: let them be turned backwarde & put to confucio, that wysh me euell.
14 Let the soone be brought to shame, that crie ouer me: there there.
2 and speake agaynst me with false toges. They compase me aboute with wordes of hatred, & fight agaynst me without a cause.
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.
32 The lawe of his God is in his hert, therfore shal not his fotesteppes slyde.
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.
10 They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
9 O destroye not my soule with the synners, ner my life with the bloudthurstie.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
4 For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.
2 Myne enemies treade me daylie vnder their fete, for they be many, yt proudly fight agaynst me.
2 Hyde me from the gatheringe together of ye frowarde, fro ye heape of wicked doers.
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.
16 Who ryseth vp with me agaynst the wicked? who taketh my parte agaynst the euell doers?
20 But deale thou with me (o LORDE God) acordinge vnto thy name, for swete is thy mercy.
2 Which ymagin myschefe in their hertes, & stere vp strife all the daye longe.
11 But the LORDE stode by me, like a mightie giaunte: therfore my persecuters fell, and coude do nothinge. They shal be sore confouded, for they haue done vnwisely, they shall haue an euerlastinge shame.