Psalms 70:5
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.
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.
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17 Thou art my helper & redemer, make no longe tariege, o my God.
1 Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
12 As for me, I wil pacietly abyde allwaye, & wil euer encrease thy prayse.
21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
22 Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.
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.
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.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
1 Bowe downe thine eare (o LORDE) and heare me, for I am cofortles and poore.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
29 Let the be wyped out of ye boke of the lyuinge, & not be written amonge the rightuous.
17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
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.
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.
11 O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
12 For he shal deliuer the poore whe he crieth, & the nedy yt hath no helpe.
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.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
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.
16 In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
7 Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them.
25 Helpe now o LORDE, o LORDE sende vs now prosperite.
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.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
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.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
2 Bowe downe thine eare to me, make haist to delyuer me:
2 Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble: enclyne thine eares vnto me when I call, O heare me, and that right soone.
21 Loke vpon the couenaunt, for the darcke houses of the earth are full of wickednesse.
6 For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
1 Blessed is he, yt considreth ye poore: ye LORDE shal delyuer him in the tyme of trouble.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
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.
107 I am troubled aboue measure, quycken me (o LORDE) acordinge vnto thy worde.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
1 Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
5 Gracious is ye LORDE & rightuous, yee oure God is mercifull.
1 Geue sentence vpon me (o God) & defende my cause agaynst the vnholy people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wicked man.
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?
4 For thou (o LORDE God) art the thinge that I loge for, thou art my hope euen fro my youth.
6 This poore man cried vnto the LORDE, and he herde him, yee and delyuered him out of all his troubles.