Psalms 69:14
Heare me (o God) with thy greate mercy & sure helpe.
Heare me (o God) with thy greate mercy & sure helpe.
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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.
1 Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.
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:
16 He sent downe fro the heyth to fetch me, & toke me out of greate waters.
17 He delyuered me fro my stronge enemies, and fro my foes which were to mightie for me.
17 He sent downe from aboue, and receaued me, and drue me out of many waters.
18 He delyuered me fro my stronge enemye, from them that hated me, for they were to mightie for me.
5 The waters compased me, euen to the very soule: the depe laye aboute me, and the wedes were wrapte aboute myne heade.
1 Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
2 O delyuer me fro the wicked doers, & saue me fro the bloudthurstie me.
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.
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
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.
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.
4 For thou (o LORDE God) art the thinge that I loge for, thou art my hope euen fro my youth.
7 Sende downe thine hande from aboue, delyuer me and take me out of ye greate waters, from the hande of straunge childre.
4 For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.
5 For the sorowes of death copased me, and the brokes of Belial made me afrayed.
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,
9 But myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule.
54 They poured water vpon my heade, then thought I: now am I vndone.
8 And now LORDE, wherin shall I comforte me? my hope is in the.
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.
23 To delyuer me me from the enemies honde, or to saue me from the powers off the mightie?
1 Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
13 For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
14 Delyuer me from bloudegyltynesse o God, thou that art the God of my health, that my tonge maye prayse thy rightuousnesse.
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
4 The paynes of hell came aboute me, the snares of death toke holde vpo me.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
20 Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faithfulnesse (o God) playege vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel.
6 Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
15 For I haue herde the blasphemy of the multitude: euery man abhorreth me: they haue gathered a councel together agaynst me, and are purposed to take awaye my life.
29 Let the be wyped out of ye boke of the lyuinge, & not be written amonge the rightuous.
21 O delyuer me, for I am helplesse & poore, & my herte is wounded within me,
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.
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.
3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
1 Geue sentence vpon me (o God) & defende my cause agaynst the vnholy people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wicked man.
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
2 Delyuer my soule (o LORDE) fro lyenge lippes, & fro a disceatfull toge.