Psalms 86:14
O God, the proude are rysen agaynst me, and the cogregacion of ye mightie seketh after my soule, & set not ye before their eyes.
O God, the proude are rysen agaynst me, and the cogregacion of ye mightie seketh after my soule, & set not ye before their eyes.
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3 For straungers are rysen vp agaynst me, and the mightie (which haue not God before their eyes) seke after my soule.
4 Sela. But lo, God is my helper: it is he that vpholdeth my soule.
3 For 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.
13 For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
4 Sela. Kepe me (o LORDE) from the hande of the vngodly, preserue me from the wicked men, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goinges.
5 The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
1 Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
2 Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
49 He 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.
16 Who ryseth vp with me agaynst the wicked? who taketh my parte agaynst the euell doers?
13 Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.
13 Vp LORDE, dispoynte him & cast him downe: delyuer my soule with thy swerde from the vngodly.
6 Sela. 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.
85 The proude haue dygged pittes for me, which are not after thy lawe.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
1 I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me.
48 Eue ye God which seyth that I be auenged, and subdueth the people vnto me.
6 Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
11 O let not the fote of pryde ouertake me, O let not the hande of ye vngodly cast me downe.
14 Let the soone be brought to shame, that crie ouer me: there there.
12 Delyuer me not into the wylles of myne aduersaries, for there are false wytnesses rysen vp against me, and they ymagyn myschefe.
14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
10 Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
10 They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
11 God hath geuen me ouer to the vngodly, and delyuered me in to the hondes of ye wicked.
10 But be thou mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) rayse thou me vp, and I shal rewarde them.
1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) for men wil treade me downe: they are daylie fightinge & troublinge me.
2 Myne enemies treade me daylie vnder their fete, for they be many, yt proudly fight agaynst me.
2 O kepe my soule, for I am holy: my God, helpe thy seruaunt that putteth his trust in the.
9 From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute.
1 Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
6 They holde alltogether, & kepe them selues close: they marck my steppes, how they maye catch my soule.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
24 Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
39 Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto ye batell, thou hast throwe them all downe vnder me, that rose vp agaynst me.
16 For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me.
14 The yocke of my transgression is come at the last, with his honde hath he taken it vp, and put it aboute my neck. My strength is gone: the LORDE hath delyuered me in to those hondes, wherout I can not quyte myself.
4 Coforte the soule of thy seruaunt, for vnto the (o LORDE) do I lift vp my soule.
13 They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.
18 Yee euen God that endureth for euer, shal heare me, and brynge them downe. Sela. For they wil not turne: and why? they feare not God.
40 Thou hast girded me with strength to ye battayll, and hast subdued them vnder me yt rose vp agaynst me.
5 For the sorowes of death copased me, and the brokes of Belial made me afrayed.
2 For lo, thy enemies make a murmuringe, & they yt hate the, lift vp their heade.
15 But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
2 Let the be shamed & confounded that seke after my soule: let them be turned backwarde & put to confucio, that wysh me euell.
5 But praysed be ye LORDE, which hath not geuen vs ouer for a pray vnto their teth.
7 Vp LORDE, and helpe me, o my God: for thou smytest all myne enemies vpon the cheke bones, and breakest the teth of the vngodly.