Psalms 83:2
For lo, thy enemies make a murmuringe, & they yt hate the, lift vp their heade.
For lo, thy enemies make a murmuringe, & they yt hate the, lift vp their heade.
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3They ymagin craftely agaynst thy people, & take councell agaynst thy secrete ones.
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.
4Treade vpon them with thy fete, & cast them downe to the grounde, for the enemie hath destroyed alltogether in the Sactuary.
20For they speake vnright of the, thine enemies exalte them selues presumptuously.
21I hate them (o LORDE) that hate the, & I maye not awaye with those that ryse vp agaynst the?
22Yee I hate them right sore, therfore are they myne enemies.
1Holde not thy tonge (o God) kepe not still sylece,, refrayne not yi self, o God.
19Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
3For straungers are rysen vp agaynst me, and the mightie (which haue not God before their eyes) seke after my soule.
10Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
5For they haue cast their heades together with one consent, & are cofederate agaynst the.
9For lo, thy enemies (o LORDE) lo, thy enemies shal perishe, and all the workers of wickednes shalbe scatred abrode.
41Thou hast made myne enemies to turne their backes vpo me, that I might destroye them that hate me.
19But myne enemies lyue, and are mightie: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in nombre.
16All thine enemies gape vpon the, whisperinge and bytinge their teth, sayenge: let vs deuoure, for the tyme that we loked for, is come: we haue founde and sene it.
17The LORDE hath fulfilled the thinge, that he was purposed to do: and perfourmed that he had deuysed longe agoo: he hath destroyed, and not spared. He hath caused thine aduersary to tryumphe ouer the, and set vp the horne of thine enemie.
40Thou hast made myne enemies to turne their backes vpon me, thou hast destroyed the yt hated me.
3My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
9Sela. Let the myschefe of their owne lippes fall vpon ye head of the, yt copase me aboute.
1Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
4Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
19O let the not triuphe ouer me, that are myne enemies for naught: O let them not wyncke wt their eyes, that hate me without a cause.
20And why? their comonynge is not for peace, but they ymagin false wordes agaynst ye outcastes of the londe.
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.
2The kynges of the earth stode vp, and the rulers are come together, agaynst the LORDE ad agaynst his anoynted.
1Let God aryse, so shal his enemies be scatered, and they that hate him, shal fle before him.
14O God, the proude are rysen agaynst me, and the cogregacion of ye mightie seketh after my soule, & set not ye before their eyes.
51Remebre LORDE the rebuke that ye multitude of the people do vnto thy seruauntes, & how I haue borne it in my bosome.
2Myne enemies treade me daylie vnder their fete, for they be many, yt proudly fight agaynst me.
8Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me.
3Because thou hast dryue myne enemies abacke, they were discofited, & perished at thy presence.
11LORDE, they wil not se thine hie honde, but they shal se it, and be confounded: whe thou shalt deuoure them with the wrath of the people, and with the fyre of thine enemies.
46All oure enemies gape vpon vs.
3For lo, they lye waytinge for my soule: ye mightie me are gathered together against me, wt out eny offence or faute of me, o LORDE.
62The lippes of myne enemies, & their deuyces that they take agaynst me, all the daye longe.
8Let all thine enemies fele thy honde, let thy right honde fynde out all the yt hate the.
22Let the noyse be herde out of their houses, when the murtherer cometh sodenly vpon them: For they haue digged a pit to take me, and layed snares for my fete.
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.
4They yt hate me without a cause, are mo then the hayres of my heade: they that are myne enemies & wolde destroye me giltlesse, are mightie:
49He bryngeth me out fro myne enemies: & from them yt ryse vp agaynst me, shalt thou exalte me, and from ye cruell man shalt thou delyuer me.
21The God that smyteth his enemies vpo the heades & vpon the hayrie scalpes: soch as go on still in their wikednes.
7All they that hate me, runne together agaynst me, and ymagin euell agaynst me.
42Al they that go by, spoyle him, he is become a rebuke vnto his neghbours.
24Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
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.
1Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
10Sela. But now thou forsakest vs, & puttest vs to confucion, and goest not forth with oure hoostes.
2and speake agaynst me with false toges. They compase me aboute with wordes of hatred, & fight agaynst me without a cause.
6Thou hast made vs a very strife vnto or neghbours, & or enemies laugh vs to scorne.
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?