Psalms 71:3
Delyuer me (o my God) out of ye hade of the vngodly, out of the hande of the vnrightuous & cruell man.
Delyuer me (o my God) out of ye hade of the vngodly, out of the hande of the vnrightuous & cruell man.
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2 From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble:
3 Oh set me vp vpo an hye rocke. For thou art my hope, a stronge tower for me agaynst the enemie.
1 In the, O LORDE, is my trust: let me neuer be put to cofucion, but delyuer me in thy rightuousnesse.
2 Bowe downe thine eare to me, make haist to delyuer me:
3 be thou my stronge rocke and a house of defence, that thou mayest saue me.
4 For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.
2 and he sayde. The LORDE is my stony rock, & my castell, and my delyuerer.
3 God is my strength, in him wyl I put my trust: my shylde & the horne of my saluacion, my defence & my refuge, my Sauioure, thou shalt helpe me from violent wronge.
2 I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies.
3 The sorowes of death copassed me, & the brokes of vngodlynes made me afrayed.
1 In the, o LORDE, is my trust, let me neuer be put to cofucio, but rydde me & delyuer me thorow thy rightuousnesse: encline thine eare vnto me, & helpe 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.
7 Oh let my mouth be fylled with thy prayse & honoure all the daye loge.
2 He shal saye vnto ye LORDE: o my hope, & my stronge holde, my God, in who I wil trust.
2 My hope and my castell, my defence and my delyuerer, my shylde in whom I trust, which gouerneth the people that is vnder me.
4 For thou (o LORDE God) art the thinge that I loge for, thou art my hope euen fro my youth.
5 I haue leaned vpo ye euer sens I was borne, thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, therfore is my prayse allwaye of the.
7 Sela. For this shal euery saynte make his prayer vnto the in due season, therfore shall not the greate water floudes come nye him.
6 He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence: so yt I shal not fall.
7 In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.
22 But the LORDE is my refuge, my God is the stregth of my confidece.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
2 He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence, so yt I shal not greatly fall.
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
9 For thou LORDE art my hope, thou hast set thy house of defence very hye.
5 For in the tyme of trouble he hath hyd me in his tabernacle, yee in the secrete place of his dwellinge hath he kepte and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone.
9 Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
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.
47 The LORDE lyueth, and blessed be my God, and magnified be the strength of my health.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
7 O LORDE God, thou strength of my health, thou hast couered my heade in ye daye of battayll.
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?
26 I wil set his honde in the see, and his right honde in the floudes.
1 In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
16 As for me, I wil synge of thy power, ad prayse thy mercy betymes in the mornynge: for thou art my defence and refuge in the tyme of my trouble.
17 Vnto the (o my strength) wil I synge, for thou (o God) art my defence, and my merciful God.
3 Sela But thou (o LORDE) art my defender, my worshipe, ad the lifter vp of my heade.
46 The straunge children are waxe olde, and go haltinge out of their pathes.
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.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
14 The LORDE is my stregth, & my songe, & is become my saluacion.
1 Lorde, thou art oure refuge from one generacion to another.
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.
7 Shewe yi maruelous louinge kindnesse, thou that sauest them which put their trust in the, from soch as resist thy right honde.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
17 He delyuered me fro my stronge enemies, and fro my foes which were to mightie for me.
31 For who is God, but the LORDE? Or, who hath eny strength, but oure God?
1 Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.