Psalms 86:7
In the tyme of my trouble I call vpon the, for thou hearest me.
In the tyme of my trouble I call vpon the, for thou hearest me.
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6For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
15And call vpo me in the tyme of trouble, so wil I heare the, that thou shalt thanke me.
5For thou LORDE art good and gracious, & of greate mercy vnto all them that call vpon the.
6Geue eare LORDE vnto my prayer, and pondre my humble desyre.
7Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
8Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
3When I call vpo the, thou hearest me, and endewest my soule with moch stregth.
15When he calleth vpon me, I shall heare him: yee I am with him in his trouble, wherout I wil delyuer him, and brynge him to honoure.
1Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.
2Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble: enclyne thine eares vnto me when I call, O heare me, and that right soone.
3Be mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) for I call daylie vpon the.
7Whe thou calldest vpon me in trouble, I helped the & herde the, what tyme as the storme fell vpo the,
1When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
1I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.
2In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
6Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
6So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares.
57Thou hast enclyned yi self vnto me, whe I called vpon the, & haist sayde: feare not.
7Wha I was in trouble, I called vpo the LORDE, yee euen my God called I vpon, & so he herde my voyce fro his holy temple, & my coplaynte (came) into his eares.
8Amonge the goddes there is none like the o LORDE, there is not one that ca do as thou doest.
1Heare me whe I cal, o God of my rightuousnes, thou that comfortest me in my trouble: haue mercy vpon me, and herken vnto my prayer.
1O 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.
16In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
17It is he that delyuereth my soule in peace, from them that laye waite for me: for they are many agaynst me.
1The LORDE heare the in the tyme off trouble, the name of the God of Iacob defende the.
12Ye shall crie vnto me, ye shal go & call vpo me, & I shal heare you.
2That he hath enclyned his eare vnto me, therfore wil I call vpo him as longe as I lyue.
22And then sende for me to the lawe, yt I maye answere for my self: or els, let me speake, and geue thou the answere.
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
8The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
1Bowe downe thine eare (o LORDE) and heare me, for I am cofortles and poore.
16Lest ye water floude drowne me, that the depe swalowe me not vp, & yt the pitte shut not hir mouth vpon me.
17Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
1Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
15Yf thou woldest but call me, I shulde obeie the: only despyse not the worke of thine owne hondes.
5I called vpon the LORDE in trouble, and the LORDE herde me at large.
4I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
13Vnto the I crie (o LORDE) and early cometh my prayer before the.
15For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
1O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
16As for me, I wil synge of thy power, ad prayse thy mercy betymes in the mornynge: for thou art my defence and refuge in the tyme of my trouble.
7Though I walke i ye myddest of trouble, yet shalt thou refresh me: thou shalt stretch forth thine hade vpo the furiousnes of myne enemies, & yi righthande shal saue me.
3Neuerthelesse, whe I am afrayed, I put my trust in the.
6I saide: I will knowlege myne offence, and accuse my self vnto the LORDE, and so thou forgauest me the wickednesse of my synne.
7Sela. For this shal euery saynte make his prayer vnto the in due season, therfore shall not the greate water floudes come nye him.
2O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
3The sorowes of death copassed me, & the brokes of vngodlynes made me afrayed.
1Heare my prayer (o LORDE) considre my desyre: answere me for thy treuth & rightuousnesse sake.
2O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
2O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.