Psalms 69:1
Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.
Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.
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2 I sticke fast in the depe myre, where no grounde is: I am come into depe waters, and the floudes wil drowne me.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
13 But LORDE, I made my prayer vnto the in an acceptable tyme:
14 Heare me (o God) with thy greate mercy & sure helpe.
15 Take me out of the myre, yt I syncke not: Oh let me be delyuered fro the yt hate me, & out of ye depe waters.
16 Lest ye water floude drowne me, that the depe swalowe me not vp, & yt the pitte shut not hir mouth vpon me.
17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
18 Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me.
5 The waters compased me, euen to the very soule: the depe laye aboute me, and the wedes were wrapte aboute myne heade.
5 For the sorowes of death copased me, and the brokes of Belial made me afrayed.
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
54 They poured water vpon my heade, then thought I: now am I vndone.
4 The depe waters of the proude had gone eue vnto oure soule.
5 But praysed be ye LORDE, which hath not geuen vs ouer for a pray vnto their teth.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
16 He sent downe fro the heyth to fetch me, & toke me out of greate waters.
17 He sent downe from aboue, and receaued me, and drue me out of many waters.
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
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.
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
29 Let the be wyped out of ye boke of the lyuinge, & not be written amonge the rightuous.
1 Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
1 Helpe me (o God) for thy names sake, and delyuer me in thy stregth.
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.
4 The paynes of hell came aboute me, the snares of death toke holde vpo me.
5 Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.
3 Thou haddest cast me downe depe in ye middest off the see, and the floude compased me aboute: yee all thy wawes and rowles of water went ouer me,
1 Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God?
2 My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?
1 Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
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.
16 In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.
1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
1 My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
22 Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.
1 Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
2 O kepe my soule, for I am holy: my God, helpe thy seruaunt that putteth his trust in the.
6 I saide: I will knowlege myne offence, and accuse my self vnto the LORDE, and so thou forgauest me the wickednesse of my synne.
9 Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto 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.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
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.
14 Delyuer me from bloudegyltynesse o God, thou that art the God of my health, that my tonge maye prayse thy rightuousnesse.
3 Drawe out thy swearde, and stoppe the waye agaynst them that persecute me, saye vnto my soule: I am yi helpe.