Psalms 66:20
Praysed be God, which hath not cast out my prayer, ner turned his mercy fro me.
Praysed be God, which hath not cast out my prayer, ner turned his mercy fro me.
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16Sela. O come hither and herke (all ye that feare God) I wil tell you, what he hath done for my soule.
17I called vnto hi wt my mouth and gaue him prayses with my tuge.
18(Yff I enclyne vnto wickednes with my herte, ye LORDE wil not heare me.)
19Therfore God hath herde me, ad considred the voyce off my prayer.
6For they regarde not the workes of the LORDE, ner the operacion of his hades: therfore shal he breake them downe, and not buylde them vp.
9The LORDE hath herde myne humble peticio, the LORDE hath receaued my prayer.
16Lest ye water floude drowne me, that the depe swalowe me not vp, & yt the pitte shut not hir mouth vpon me.
17Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
13But LORDE, I made my prayer vnto the in an acceptable tyme:
26That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
5Gracious is ye LORDE & rightuous, yee oure God is mercifull.
17Vnto the (o my strength) wil I synge, for thou (o God) art my defence, and my merciful God.
6Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
1Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
1Heare my prayer (o God) and hyde not thy self fro my peticion. Take hede vnto me and heare me, how piteously I mourne & coplayne.
1God be mercifull vnto vs, blesse vs, & shewe the light off his countenauce apon vs.
11Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
8Which holdeth or soule in life, and suffreth not oure fete to slippe.
22For I haue kepte ye waye of the LORDE, & haue not bene vngodly agaynst my God.
21Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
16Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
21For I haue kepte the wayes of the LORDE, & haue not behaued myself wickedly agaynst my God.
18The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
21I thanke the, yt thou hast herde me, & art become my saluacio.
10Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
7Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
2Heare my prayer (o God) considre the wordes of my mouth.
21O how greate and manifolde is thy good, which thou haist hyd for them that feare ye? O what thinges bringest thou to passe for them, that put their trust in the, euen before the sonnes of men?
22Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
9Hath the LORDE forgotten to be gracious? Or, hath he shut vp his louynge kyndnesse in displeasure?
6For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
2O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
1Holde not thy toge, o God of my prayse. For the mouth of the vngodly, yee and the mouth of the disceatfull is opened vpon me,
12And so thou hast turned my heuynesse into ioye: thou hast put of my sack cloth, & gyrded me wt gladnesse. That my honor might synge prayses vnto the wt out ceassynge: O LORDE my God, I wil geue thankes vnto the for euer.
17He turneth him vnto the prayer of the poore destitute, and despyseth not their desyre.
1O Lorde God my Sauyor, I crie daye & night before the: Oh let my prayer entre in to thy presence, encline thine eare vnto my callynge.
14O God, the proude are rysen agaynst me, and the cogregacion of ye mightie seketh after my soule, & set not ye before their eyes.
6Geue eare LORDE vnto my prayer, and pondre my humble desyre.
1I am wel pleased, yt the LORDE hath herde ye voyce of my prayer.
9My hert speaketh vnto the, my face seketh the, yee LORDE, thy face wil I seke. O hyde not thou thy face fro me, cast not thy seruaunt of in displeasure.
6Oure soule is escaped, euen as a byrde out of the snare of ye fouler:
6I wil synge of the LORDE, that dealeth so louyngly with me. (Yee I wil prayse the name of the LORDE the most hyest)
21O delyuer me, for I am helplesse & poore, & my herte is wounded within me,
16In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
24For he hath not despysed ner abhorred the myserable estate of the poore: he hath not hyd his face fro me, but whe I called vnto him, he herde me.
16Where as I neuertheles ledinge the flock in thy wayes, haue compelled none by violence. For I neuer desyred eny mas deeth, this knowest thou well. My wordes also were right before the.
10God sheweth me his goodnesse plenteously, God letteth me se my desyre vpo myne enemies.
3He shal sende fro heauen, & saue me fro the reprofe of him that wolde swalowe me vp.
1Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.