Psalms 61:2
From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble:
From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble:
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1 Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
2 Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
1 Unto the wil I crie, o my stronge defence: thinke no scorne of me, lest (yf thou make the as though thou herdest not) I become like them, that go downe into ye pytte.
2 Heare the voyce of my humble peticion, when I crie vnto the, and holde vp my hondes towarde thy holy temple.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
3 Oh set me vp vpo an hye rocke. For thou art my hope, a stronge tower for me agaynst the enemie.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
2 O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
1 Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.
6 So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares.
1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
2 Bowe downe thine eare to me, make haist to delyuer me:
3 be thou my stronge rocke and a house of defence, that thou mayest saue me.
4 For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.
8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
4 I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill.
1 I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
2 He brought me out of the horrible pitte, out of the myre and claye: he set my fete vpo the rocke, and ordred my goinges.
2 I call vnto God ye most hyest, eue ye God yt shal helpe me vp agayne.
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 Delyuer me (o my God) out of ye hade of the vngodly, out of the hande of the vnrightuous & cruell man.
6 I wente downe to the botome of the hilles, & was barred in with earth for euer. But thou (o LORDE my God) hast brought vp my lyfe agayne out of corrupcion.
7 When my soule faynted within me, I thought vpon the LORDE: and my prayer came in vnto the, euen in to thy holy temple.
2 I sticke fast in the depe myre, where no grounde is: I am come into depe waters, and the floudes wil drowne me.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
1 I lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles, fro whence commeth my helpe?
1 I crie vnto the LORDE with my voyce, yee eue vnto the LORDE do I make my supplicacion. I poure out my complaynte before him, and shewe him of my trouble.
6 My God, my soule is vexed within me: therfore I remebre the londe of Iordane, & the litle hill of Hermonim. One depe calleth another wt the voyce of thy whystles, all thy wawes & water floudes are gone ouer me.
7 The LORDE hath promised his louynge kyndnesse daylie, therfore wil I prayse him in the night season, and make my prayer vnto ye God of my life.
22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
7 Wha I was in trouble, I called vpo the LORDE, yee euen my God called I vpon, & so he herde my voyce fro his holy temple, & my coplaynte (came) into his eares.
5 For in the tyme of trouble he hath hyd me in his tabernacle, yee in the secrete place of his dwellinge hath he kepte and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone.
1 I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.
6 For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
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.
6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
2 I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies.
17 He sent downe from aboue, and receaued me, and drue me out of many waters.
2 O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
9 Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
16 He sent downe fro the heyth to fetch me, & toke me out of greate waters.
2 For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell.
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.