Psalms 69:15
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.
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.
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13 But LORDE, I made my prayer vnto the in an acceptable tyme:
14 Heare me (o God) with thy greate mercy & sure helpe.
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.
5 The waters compased me, euen to the very soule: the depe laye aboute me, and the wedes were wrapte aboute myne heade.
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.
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.
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.
54 They poured water vpon my heade, then thought I: now am I vndone.
55 I called vpon thy name (O LORDE) out of the depe pitte.
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,
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.
17 He sent downe from aboue, and receaued me, and drue me out of many waters.
16 He sent downe fro the heyth to fetch me, & toke me out of greate waters.
3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
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.
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.
24 Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
25 O let the not saye in their hertes: there there, so wolde we haue it. O let them not saye: we haue ouercome him.
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
6 Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
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.
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.
13 O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me.
16 Camest thou euer into the groude of the see, Or, hast thou walked in ye lowe corners of ye depe?
11 Shuldest thou the se no darcknesse? Shulde not the water floude runne ouer the?
17 My tyme is in thy honde: delyuer me from the honde of myne enemies, & from them yt persecute me.
11 O let not the fote of pryde ouertake me, O let not the hande of ye vngodly cast me downe.
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
19 Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
5 ye depe hath couered them: they fell to the grounde as a stone.
12 Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson?
14 They fell vpon me, as it had bene ye breakynge in of waters, & came in by heapes to destroye me.
7 Sende downe thine hande from aboue, delyuer me and take me out of ye greate waters, from the hande of straunge childre.
8 And now LORDE, wherin shall I comforte me? my hope is in the.
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.
12 let us swalowe the vp like ye hell, let us deuoure the quycke and whole, as those that go downe in to the pytt.
21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
21 Withdrawe thine honde fro me, & let not the fearfull drede of the make me afrayed.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
31 yet shuldest thou dyppe me in ye myre, & myne owne clothes shulde defyle me.
9 But myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule.
11 Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
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 art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.