Psalms 71:6
I am become a wonder vnto the multitude, but my sure trust is in the.
I am become a wonder vnto the multitude, but my sure trust is in the.
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9But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wobe: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet vpon my mothers brestes.
10I haue bene left vnto the euer sence I was borne, thou art my God, eue fro my mothers wombe.
11O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
7Oh let my mouth be fylled with thy prayse & honoure all the daye loge.
8Cast me not awaye in myne olde age, forsake me not when my strength fayleth me.
13I wil geue thakes vnto the, for I am woderously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well.
14My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneth in the earth.
15Thine eyes se myne vnparfitnesse, they stonde all writte i thy boke:
16my dayes were fashioned, when as yet there was not one of them
5I 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.
18(for mercy grewe vp with me fro my youth, & compassion fro my mothers wombe.)
17because he slewe me not, as soone as I came out off my mothers wombe, and because my mother was not my graue hirselff, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her.
18Wherfore came I forth off my mothers wombe? To haue experience of laboure and sorowe? and to lede my life with shame?
17Thy rightuousnes (o God) is very hie, thou that doest greate thinges: o God, who is like vnto the?
1Herken vnto me, ye Iles, and take hede ye people from farre: The LORDE hath called me fro my byrth, and made mecion of my name fro my mothers wobe:
2he hath made my mouth like a sharpe swerde, vnder ye shadowe of his honde hath he defended me, and hyd me in his quyuer, as a good arowe,
3Herken vnto me, o house of Iacob, and all ye that remayne yet of the housholde of Israel: whom I haue borne from youre mothers wombe, and brought you vp from yor byrth, till ye were growen:
5Beholde, I was borne in wickednesse, and in synne hath my mother conceaued me.
10Thou art my succoure, leaue me not, nether forsake me, O God my Sauioure.
12Thou hast vpholden me because of my innocency, and set me before thy face for euer.
1Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
5Before I fasshioned the in thy mothers wobe, I dyd knowe the: And or euer thou wast borne, I sanctified the, & ordened the, to be a prophet vnto the people.
1I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me.
23Neuerthelesse, I am allwaye by the, thou holdest me by my right hande.
28Thou art my God, & I wil thanke the: thou art my God, and I wil prayse the.
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
10because it shut not vp the wombe that bare me, ner hyd these sorowes fro myne eyes.
11Alas, why dyed I not in ye byrth? Why dyd not I perysh, as soone as I came out of my mothers wobe?
12Why set they me vpo yeir knees? Why gaue they me suck with their brestes?
3Delyuer me (o my God) out of ye hade of the vngodly, out of the hande of the vnrightuous & cruell man.
35Thou hast geue me the defence of thy health, thy right hande vpholdeth me, and thy louynge correccion maketh me greate.
7In my bedde wil I remembre ye, & whe I wake, my talkynge shalbe of the.
16He sent downe fro the heyth to fetch me, & toke me out of greate waters.
3For when I myself was my fathers deare sonne, and tenderly beloued of my mother,
2Out of the mouth of the very babes & sucklinges thou hast ordened prayse, because of thine enemies, yt thou mightest destroye the enemie and the auenger.
20Therfore 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.
21My lippes wolde fayne synge prayses vnto the:
22& so wolde my soule, whom thou hast delyuered.
27whan I prayed for this childe. Now hath ye LORDE graunted me my peticion, which I desyred of him,
3Oh set me vp vpo an hye rocke. For thou art my hope, a stronge tower for me agaynst the enemie.
14I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
17He sent downe from aboue, and receaued me, and drue me out of many waters.
1Lorde, thou art oure refuge from one generacion to another.
4For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.
117Holde thou me vp, & I shall be safe: yee I shal euer be talkynge of thy statutes.
8And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
14Let me go in (o LORDE God) & I wil make mencion of thy power and rightuousnesse only.
6Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
3Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
26I wil set his honde in the see, and his right honde in the floudes.