Psalms 69:29
Let the be wyped out of ye boke of the lyuinge, & not be written amonge the rightuous.
Let the be wyped out of ye boke of the lyuinge, & not be written amonge the rightuous.
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30 As for me, I am poore & in heuynesse, let thy helpe defende me, o God.
4 But let all those that seke the, be ioyfull & glad in the: and let all soch as delyte in thy sauynge health, saye alwaye: ye LORDE be praysed.
5 As for me, I am poore & in misery, haist the God for to helpe me. Thou art my helpe, my redemer & my God: oh make no longe tarienge.
21 O delyuer me, for I am helplesse & poore, & my herte is wounded within me,
22 I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
16 As for me, I am poore & in mysery, but the LORDE careth for me.
17 Thou art my helper & redemer, make no longe tariege, o my God.
13 But LORDE, I made my prayer vnto the in an acceptable tyme:
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
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 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 That I maye shewe all thy prayses within the portes off the doughter Sion, and reioyse in thy sauynge health.
16 In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
22 Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.
19 Thou hast brought me to greate honoure, & comforted me on euery syde.
9 My 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.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
1 Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
1 I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me.
9 But let my soule be ioyfull in the LORDE, and reioyse in his helpe.
10 All my bones shal saie: LORDE, who is like vnto the? which delyuerest ye poore from those that are to stronge for him, yee the poore and the nedy from his robbers.
2 I wil be glad & reioyse in the, yee my songes wil I make of thy name, o thou most hyest.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
49 He bryngeth me out fro myne enemies: & from them yt ryse vp agaynst me, shalt thou exalte me, and from ye cruell man shalt thou delyuer me.
17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
14 O God, the proude are rysen agaynst me, and the cogregacion of ye mightie seketh after my soule, & set not ye before their eyes.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
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.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
4 That I maye go into the aulter of God, euen vnto the God which is my ioye & pleasure, & vpon the harpe to geue thakes vnto ye, o God, my God.
46 The straunge children are waxe olde, and go haltinge out of their pathes.
21 Loke vpon the couenaunt, for the darcke houses of the earth are full of wickednesse.
29 For who so humbleth himself, him shal he set vp: and who so loketh mekely, shalbe healed.
3 He shal sende fro heauen, & saue me fro the reprofe of him that wolde swalowe me vp.
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.
11 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet thanke him for the helpe of his countenaunce, and because he is my God.
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
7 In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.
24 Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
2 Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
1 Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
31 For he stondeth at the right hande of the poore, to saue him from soch as condempne his soule.
14 Delyuer me from bloudegyltynesse o God, thou that art the God of my health, that my tonge maye prayse thy rightuousnesse.
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.
12 As for me, I wil pacietly abyde allwaye, & wil euer encrease thy prayse.
2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
6 This poore man cried vnto the LORDE, and he herde him, yee and delyuered him out of all his troubles.