Psalms 74:22
O let not the symple go awaye ashamed, for the poore & nedy geue prayses vnto thy name.
O let not the symple go awaye ashamed, for the poore & nedy geue prayses vnto thy name.
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18Thou hast set all ye borders of the earth thou hast made both Sommer & wynter.
23Aryse (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.
12Aryse o LORDE God, lift vp thine honde, and forget not the poore.
13Wherfore shulde the wicked blaspheme God, and saye in his herte: Tush, he careth not for it?
21Loke vpon the couenaunt, for the darcke houses of the earth are full of wickednesse.
10We se oure tokens nomore, there is not one prophet more, no not one that vnderstondeth enymore.
22This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.
23Awake (LORDE) and stonde vp: auenge thou my cause, my God, and my LORDE.
24Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
19Vp LORDE, let not man haue the vpper hade, let the Heithe be codemned before the.
1Geue sentence vpon me (o God) & defende my cause agaynst the vnholy people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wicked man.
2For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
6Sela. Stode vp (o LORDE) in yi wrath, lift vp thyself ouer the furious indignacio of myne enemies: aryse vp (for me) in the vengeaunce that thou hast promysed.
23Vp LORDE, why slepest thou? Awake, and cast vs not of for euer.
24Wherfore hydest thou thy face? wilt thou clene forget oure misery and oppressio?
8And now LORDE, wherin shall I comforte me? my hope is in the.
50Sela. LORDE, where are thy olde louynge kyndnesses, which thou sworest vnto Dauid in thy trueth?
51Remebre LORDE the rebuke that ye multitude of the people do vnto thy seruauntes, & how I haue borne it in my bosome.
1O Lorde God, to whom vengeaunce belogeth: thou God to whom vengeaunce belongeth, shewe thy self.
2Arise thou iudge of the worlde, & rewarde the proude after their deseruynge.
3LORDE, how longe shal the vngodly, how longe shal the vngodly tryumphe?
1Why boastest thou thy self (thou Tyraunt) that thou canst do myschefe?
1Call to remebraunce (O LORDE) what we haue suffred, cosidre and se oure cofucion.
5I am fayne to paye the thinges yt I neuer toke. God, thou knowest my symplenesse, and my fautes are not hyd from the.
22O considre this, ye that forget God: lest I plucke you awaie, and there be none to delyuer you.
16My cofucion is daylie before me, & the shame of my face couereth me.
1Stryue thou with them (o LORDE) that stryue wt me, fight thou agaynst them that fight agaynst me.
14O God, the proude are rysen agaynst me, and the cogregacion of ye mightie seketh after my soule, & set not ye before their eyes.
13Vp LORDE, dispoynte him & cast him downe: delyuer my soule with thy swerde from the vngodly.
26Put me now in remembraunce (for we will reason together) & shewe what thou hast for the, to make the quyte.
5But yf ye wil enhaunce yor selues agaynst me, & accuse me to be a wicked personne because of the shame that is come vpon me:
9Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
10daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
7Vp LORDE, and helpe me, o my God: for thou smytest all myne enemies vpon the cheke bones, and breakest the teth of the vngodly.
16Who ryseth vp with me agaynst the wicked? who taketh my parte agaynst the euell doers?
15O LORDE (sayde I then) thou knowest all thinges, therfore remembre me, ad viset me, delyuer me fro my persecuters: Receaue not my cause in yi loge wrath, yet thou knowest, that for thy sake I suffre rebuke.
20For they speake vnright of the, thine enemies exalte them selues presumptuously.
5Stode vp o LORDE God of hoostes, thou God of Israel, to vyset all Heithen: be not mercifull vnto the yt offende of malicious wickednesse.
23Yet LORDE, thou knowest all their coucell, that they haue deuysed, to slaye me. And therfore forgeue them not their wickednes, and let not their synne be put out of thy sight: but let them be iudged before the as the giltie: This shalt thou do vnto the in ye tyme of thy indignacion.
19Thou hast brought me to greate honoure, & comforted me on euery syde.
10But be thou mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) rayse thou me vp, and I shal rewarde them.
2Heare my prayer (o God) considre the wordes of my mouth.
1Holde not thy toge, o God of my prayse. For the mouth of the vngodly, yee and the mouth of the disceatfull is opened vpon me,
2For lo, thy enemies make a murmuringe, & they yt hate the, lift vp their heade.
2Oh 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?
1Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
2and will saye vnto God: O do not condemne me, but shewe me the cause, wherfore thou iudgest me on this maner.
3Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
7Therfore myne enemy shalbe founde as the vngodly, & he yt taketh parte agaynst me, as the vnrightuous.