Psalms 74:10
We se oure tokens nomore, there is not one prophet more, no not one that vnderstondeth enymore.
We se oure tokens nomore, there is not one prophet more, no not one that vnderstondeth enymore.
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18 Thou hast set all ye borders of the earth thou hast made both Sommer & wynter.
4 We are become an open shame vnto oure enemies, a very scorne and derision vnto them that are rounde aboute vs.
5 LORDE, how longe wilt thou be angrie? shal thy gelousy burne like fyre for euer?
16 My cofucion is daylie before me, & the shame of my face couereth me.
46 The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.
1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
2 Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?
3 LORDE, how longe shal the vngodly, how longe shal the vngodly tryumphe?
4 How longe shal all wicked doers speake so di?daynedly, and make soch proude boastynge?
11 Oh God, how loge shal the aduersary do this dishonoure, how loge shal the enemie blaspheme thy name? foreuer?
21 Loke vpon the couenaunt, for the darcke houses of the earth are full of wickednesse.
22 O let not the symple go awaye ashamed, for the poore & nedy geue prayses vnto thy name.
23 Aryse (o God) & manteyne thine owne cause, remembre how the foolish ma blasphemeth the daylie. Forget not the voyce of thine enemies, for the presumpcion of them that hate the, increaseth euer more & more.
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
10 daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
4 O LORDE God of hoostes, how loge wilt thou be angrie ouer the prayer of thy people?
20 For they speake vnright of the, thine enemies exalte them selues presumptuously.
9 Yee they saye in their hertes: Let vs spoyle the all together, thus haue they brent vp all the houses of God in the londe.
1 O God, wherfore doest thou cast vs so cleane awaye? why is yi wrath so hote agaynst ye shepe of yi pasture?
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
2 O ye sonnes off men: how longe will ye blaspheme myne honoure? why haue ye soch pleasure in vanyte, & seke after lyes?
50 Sela. LORDE, where are thy olde louynge kyndnesses, which thou sworest vnto Dauid in thy trueth?
51 Remebre LORDE the rebuke that ye multitude of the people do vnto thy seruauntes, & how I haue borne it in my bosome.
5 Myne enemies speake euell vpo me: whan shal he dye, and his name perishe?
1 Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
3 Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
3 Wherfore are we counted as beestes, & reputed so vyle in youre sight?
20 Wherfore wilt thou still forget vs, and forsake vs so longe?
5 Wilt thou be displeased at vs for euer? wilt thou stretch out thy wrath from one generacion to another?
10 Wherfore shall ye Heithe saye: where is now their God?
1 Why boastest thou thy self (thou Tyraunt) that thou canst do myschefe?
10 Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
84 How many are the dayes of thy seruaunt? Whe wilt thou be auenged of my aduersaries?
12 O let the soroufull sighinge of the presoners come before the, and acordinge vnto ye power of thine arme, preserue those yt are appoynted to dye.
8 Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me.
19 Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face? wilt thou clene forget oure misery and oppressio?
7 Wil the LORDE cast out for euer? Wil he be nomore intreated?
10 They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
2 Wherfore shal the Heithen saye: where is now their God?
13 Wherfore shulde the wicked blaspheme God, and saye in his herte: Tush, he careth not for it?
16 Make their faces ashamed (o LORDE) yt they maye seke thy name.
17 Let the be cofounded & vexed euer more & more: Let the be put to shame & perish.
13 My mouth shal speake of thy rightuousnesse & sauynge health all the daye loge, for I knowe no ende therof.
23 But thou Sennacherib, whom hast thou defied or blaspemed? And agaynst who hast thou lifted vp thy voyce, & exalted thy proude lokes? euen agaynst the holy one of Israel.
5 Thou rebukest the Heithen, and destroyest the vngodly, thou puttest out their name for euer and euer.
6 Thou hast made vs a very strife vnto or neghbours, & or enemies laugh vs to scorne.
12 Wilt thou not be intreated (LORDE) for all this? Wilt thou holde thy peace, and scourge vs so sore?
11 For he sayeth in his herte: Tush, God hath forgotten, he hath turned awaye his face, so yt he will neuer se it.
3 Thinkest thou it well done, to oppresse me, to cast me of (beinge a worke of thy hondes) and to manteyne the councell of the vngodly?