Psalms 59:9
My stregth do I ascrybe vnto the, for thou (o God) art my defender.
My stregth do I ascrybe vnto the, for thou (o God) art my defender.
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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.
10God sheweth me his goodnesse plenteously, God letteth me se my desyre vpo myne enemies.
1My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
2He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence, so yt I shal not greatly fall.
5Sela. Neuertheles, my soule abydeth only vpon God, for he is my God.
6He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence: so yt I shal not fall.
7In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.
1I wil loue the (o LORDE) my stregth. The LORDE is my sucor, my refuge, my Sauior: my god, my helper i who I trust: my buckler, ye horne of my health, & my proteccio.
2I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies.
22But the LORDE is my refuge, my God is the stregth of my confidece.
5I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.
6My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other.
7Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them.
3Oh set me vp vpo an hye rocke. For thou art my hope, a stronge tower for me agaynst the enemie.
2My hope and my castell, my defence and my delyuerer, my shylde in whom I trust, which gouerneth the people that is vnder me.
2He shal saye vnto ye LORDE: o my hope, & my stronge holde, my God, in who I wil trust.
3God is my strength, in him wyl I put my trust: my shylde & the horne of my saluacion, my defence & my refuge, my Sauioure, thou shalt helpe me from violent wronge.
14I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
1Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
15For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
14O tary thou ye LORDES leysure, be stronge, let thine hert be of good comforte, and wayte thou still for the LORDE.
1Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
20Let oure soule paciently abyde the LORDE, for he is oure helpe and shilde.
7Neuerthelesse I wil loke vp vnto ye LORDE, I wil paciently abyde God my sauioure: my God shal heare me.
21Let innocency and rightuous dealinge wayte vpon me, for my hope is in the.
7In my bedde wil I remembre ye, & whe I wake, my talkynge shalbe of the.
18For thou art the glory of their strength, & thorow thy fauoure shalt thou lift vp oure hornes.
11Yee in God do I trust, & am not afraied: what ca man the do vnto me?
18Yet stondeth the LORDE waitinge, that he maye haue mercy vpon you, and lifteth him self vp, that he maye receaue you to grace. For the LORDE God is rightuous. Happie are all thei that wate for him.
7Praysed be ye LORDE, for he hath herde the voyce of my humble peticio.
10thou rightuous God, yt triest the very hertes & the reynes.
9The LORDE is a defence for the poore, a defence in the tyme of trouble.
3Neuerthelesse, whe I am afrayed, I put my trust in the.
4I wil comforte my self in Gods worde, yee I wil hope in God, and not feare: What can flesh then do vnto me?
8But thou (o LORDE) shalt haue them in derision, thou shalt laugh all Heithe to scorne.
29For in the I can discofit an hoost of me: yee in my God I ca leape ouer the wall.
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.
17Thus I waite vpon the LORDE, that hath turned his face from the house of Iacob, and I loke vnto him.
9Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
9For thou LORDE art my hope, thou hast set thy house of defence very hye.
1I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
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.
114Thou art my defence & shylde, my trust is in thy worde.
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?
19But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
3I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
8Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
3Delyuer me (o my God) out of ye hade of the vngodly, out of the hande of the vnrightuous & cruell man.
30For in ye I shal discofite an hoost of men, & in my God I shal leape ouer the wall.