Psalms 6:4
Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
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4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
5 Gracious is ye LORDE & rightuous, yee oure God is mercifull.
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
13 For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
16 But my hope is in ye O LORDE, & I saye: thou art my God.
7 Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
16 Lest ye water floude drowne me, that the depe swalowe me not vp, & yt the pitte shut not hir mouth vpon me.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
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.
21 O delyuer me, for I am helplesse & poore, & my herte is wounded within me,
4 I sayde: LORDE be mercifull vnto me, heale my soule, for I haue synned agaynst the.
13 O LORDE, let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me, make haist (o LORDE) to helpe me. Let them be ashamed and cofounded, that seke after my soule, to destroie it: let them fall backwarde and be put to confucion, that wysh me euell.
58 Thou (O LORDE) hast mayntened the cause of my soule, and hast redemed my life.
18 Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me.
7 Shew us thy mercy, O Lord: and grant vs thy salvation.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
41 Let thy louynge mercy come vnto me (o LORDE) and thy sauynge health acordinge vnto thy worde.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
13 Turne the agayne (o LORDE) at the last, and be gracious vnto thy seruauntes.
1 Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.
2 O kepe my soule, for I am holy: my God, helpe thy seruaunt that putteth his trust in the.
3 Be mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) for I call daylie vpon the.
4 Coforte the soule of thy seruaunt, for vnto the (o LORDE) do I lift vp my soule.
1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
26 Arise o LORDE, helpe vs, and delyuer vs for thy mercie sake.
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.
5 For in death no man remebreth the: Oh who wil geue the thankes in the hell?
2 Be thou my stronge holde (where vnto I maye allwaye fle) thou that hast promised to helpe me: for thou art my house of defence & my castell.
3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
16 O turne the then vnto me, haue mercy vpo me: geue thy strength vnto thy seruaunt, & helpe the sonne of thy handmayde.
25 Helpe now o LORDE, o LORDE sende vs now prosperite.
22 Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.
1 Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
1 Prayse the LORDE (o my soule:) whyle I lyue wil I prayse the LORDE, yee as loge as I haue eny beynge, I wil synge prayses vnto my God.
2 Delyuer my soule (o LORDE) fro lyenge lippes, & fro a disceatfull toge.
14 Heale me (o LORDE) and I shall be whole: saue thou me, and I shalbe saued, for thou art my prayse.
35 And saye: Helpe vs O God oure Sauioure, and gather vs together, and delyuer vs from the Heythen, that we maye geue thankes vnto yi holy name, and synge prayses vnto the in thy Psalmes.
6 Call to remembraunce, O LORDE, thy tender mercyes & thy louinge kyndnesses, which haue bene euer of olde.
4 Remembre vs (o LORDE) acordinge to the fauoure that thou bearest vnto thy people: o vyset vs wt thy sauinge health.
3 Drawe out thy swearde, and stoppe the waye agaynst them that persecute me, saye vnto my soule: I am yi helpe.
2 I haue sayde vnto ye LORDE: thou art my God, my goodes are nothinge vnto the.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
16 In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
154 Manteyne thou my cause and defende me, quycken me acordinge vnto thy worde.
7 Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
17 LORDE, whan wilt thou loke vpo this? O restore my soule from ye wicked rumoure of the, my dearlinge from the lyons.