Psalms 9:13
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.
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.
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14 That I maye shewe all thy prayses within the portes off the doughter Sion, and reioyse in thy sauynge health.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
10 But be thou mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) rayse thou me vp, and I shal rewarde them.
13 O LORDE, let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me, make haist (o LORDE) to helpe me. Let them be ashamed and cofounded, that seke after my soule, to destroie it: let them fall backwarde and be put to confucion, that wysh me euell.
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
13 For greate is thy mercy towarde me, thou hast delyuered my soule from ye nethermost hell.
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.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
3 Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death.
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
12 And why? he maketh inquysicion for their bloude, and remembreth them: he forgetteth not the complaynte of the poore.
21 O delyuer me, for I am helplesse & poore, & my herte is wounded within me,
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.
9 Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
1 Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
18 Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me.
9 From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute.
1 Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
19 Open me the gates of rightuousnes, yt I maye go in there thorow, & geue thakes vnto the LORDE.
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.
20 Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faithfulnesse (o God) playege vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel.
1 I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me.
2 O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
22 From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.
20 Considre (O LORDE) how I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my herte turneth aboute in me, and I am full of heuynes. The swearde hurteth me without, and within I am like vnto death.
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.
5 Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.
11 O let the vengeaunce of thy seruauntes bloude that is shed, be openly shewed vpon the Heithe in oure sight.
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
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.
29 Let the be wyped out of ye boke of the lyuinge, & not be written amonge the rightuous.
15 For I haue herde the blasphemy of the multitude: euery man abhorreth me: they haue gathered a councel together agaynst me, and are purposed to take awaye my life.
1 Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.