Psalms 86:3
Be mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) for I call daylie vpon the.
Be mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) for I call daylie vpon the.
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1 O Lorde God my Sauyor, I crie daye & night before the: Oh let my prayer entre in to thy presence, encline thine eare vnto my callynge.
2 For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell.
1 Bowe downe thine eare (o LORDE) and heare me, for I am cofortles and poore.
2 O kepe my soule, for I am holy: my God, helpe thy seruaunt that putteth his trust in the.
1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) for men wil treade me downe: they are daylie fightinge & troublinge me.
8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
4 Coforte the soule of thy seruaunt, for vnto the (o LORDE) do I lift vp my soule.
5 For thou LORDE art good and gracious, & of greate mercy vnto all them that call vpon the.
6 Geue eare LORDE vnto my prayer, and pondre my humble desyre.
7 In the tyme of my trouble I call vpon the, for thou hearest me.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
1 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
1 I crie vnto the LORDE with my voyce, yee eue vnto the LORDE do I make my supplicacion. I poure out my complaynte before him, and shewe him of my trouble.
16 O turne the then vnto me, haue mercy vpo me: geue thy strength vnto thy seruaunt, & helpe the sonne of thy handmayde.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
8 Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the.
7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
9 My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.
13 For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
3 When I call vpo the, thou hearest me, and endewest my soule with moch stregth.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
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.
2 O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
5 Gracious is ye LORDE & rightuous, yee oure God is mercifull.
13 Vnto the I crie (o LORDE) and early cometh my prayer before the.
1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
1 Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.
1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) be mercifull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in ye: & vnder the shadowe of thy wynges shalbe my refuge, vntill wickednesse be ouerpast.
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
16 Lest ye water floude drowne me, that the depe swalowe me not vp, & yt the pitte shut not hir mouth vpon me.
4 I sayde: LORDE be mercifull vnto me, heale my soule, for I haue synned agaynst the.
6 For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
2 O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
16 But my hope is in ye O LORDE, & I saye: thou art my God.
16 In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
17 It is he that delyuereth my soule in peace, from them that laye waite for me: for they are many agaynst me.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
1 I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.
21 O delyuer me, for I am helplesse & poore, & my herte is wounded within me,
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
1 Haue mercy vpon me (o God) after thy goodnes, & acordinge vnto thy greate mercies, do awaye myne offences.
1 Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
2 O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
11 Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.