Psalms 89:51
Remebre LORDE the rebuke that ye multitude of the people do vnto thy seruauntes, & how I haue borne it in my bosome.
Remebre LORDE the rebuke that ye multitude of the people do vnto thy seruauntes, & how I haue borne it in my bosome.
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49 What man is he that lyueth, and shal not se death? Maye a ma delyuer his owne soule from the honde of hell?
50 Sela. LORDE, where are thy olde louynge kyndnesses, which thou sworest vnto Dauid in thy trueth?
18 Thou hast set all ye borders of the earth thou hast made both Sommer & wynter.
38 He shal stonde fast for euermore as the Moone, and as the faithfull witnesse in heauen.
39 Sela. But now thou forsakest and abhorrest thyne anoynted, and art displeased at him.
41 Thou hast ouerthrowne all his hedges, and broke downe his stronge holdes.
42 Al they that go by, spoyle him, he is become a rebuke vnto his neghbours.
20 For they speake vnright of the, thine enemies exalte them selues presumptuously.
16 My cofucion is daylie before me, & the shame of my face couereth me.
10 We se oure tokens nomore, there is not one prophet more, no not one that vnderstondeth enymore.
8 Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me.
61 Thou hast herde their despytefull wordes (O LORDE) yee and all their ymaginacions agaynst me.
19 Drawe nye vnto my soule, and saue it: Oh delyuer me because of myne enemies.
26 Let their habitacion be voyde, & no man to dwell in their tentes.
2 For lo, thy enemies make a murmuringe, & they yt hate the, lift vp their heade.
7 And why? for thy sake do I suffre reprofe, shame couereth my face.
12 O let the soroufull sighinge of the presoners come before the, and acordinge vnto ye power of thine arme, preserue those yt are appoynted to dye.
23 But thou Sennacherib, whom hast thou defied or blaspemed? And agaynst who hast thou lifted vp thy voyce, & exalted thy proude lokes? euen agaynst the holy one of Israel.
10 daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
9 For the zele of thine house hath euen eaten me, and the rebukes of them that rebuked the, is fallen vpon me.
3 the staff of thine inheritaunce, whom thou hast redemed, euen this hill of Sion wherin thou dwellest.
23 That thy fote maye be dipped in the bloude of thine enemies, & that thy dogges maye licke it vp.
52 Wher wt thine enemies blasphemethe, & slauder ye fotesteppes of yi anoynted. Thankes be to the LORDE for euermore: Amen, Amen.
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
22 Whom hast thou despysed & blasphemed? Ouer whom hast thou lifte vp thy voyce? Eue agaynst ye holy one in Israel hast thou lifte vp thine eyes:
23 The enemie shal not ouercome him, and the sonne of wickednesse shal not hurte him.
5 Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.
8 But thou (o LORDE) shalt haue them in derision, thou shalt laugh all Heithe to scorne.
5 Myne enemies speake euell vpo me: whan shal he dye, and his name perishe?
9 For lo, thy enemies (o LORDE) lo, thy enemies shal perishe, and all the workers of wickednes shalbe scatred abrode.
11 But the LORDE stode by me, like a mightie giaunte: therfore my persecuters fell, and coude do nothinge. They shal be sore confouded, for they haue done vnwisely, they shall haue an euerlastinge shame.
43 tyll I make thine enemies thy fote stole.
19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
42 LORDE God, turne not awaye the face of thine anoynted: thinke vpon the mercies of thy seruaunt Dauid.
22 O turne fro me shame & rebuke, for I kepe thy testimonies.
13 My mouth shal speake of thy rightuousnesse & sauynge health all the daye loge, for I knowe no ende therof.
7 All they yt se me, laugh me to scorne: they shute out their lippes, and shake their heades.
66 So the LORDE awaked as one out of slepe, and like a giaunte refreshed with wyne.
35 vntyll I make thine enemies yi fote stole.
11 LORDE, 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.
15 O 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.
1 The LORDE sayde vnto my LORDE: Syt thou on my right hande, vntill I make thine enemies thy fotestole.
5 Thou art ye kinge & my God, thou sendest helpe vnto Iacob.
16 Make their faces ashamed (o LORDE) yt they maye seke thy name.
27 Though they curse, yet blesse thou:
20 But deale thou with me (o LORDE God) acordinge vnto thy name, for swete is thy mercy.
3 Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
26 Let them be put to confucion and shame, that reioyse at my trouble: let the be clothed with rebuke and dishonoure, that boost the selues agaynst 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.
10 Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.