Psalms 94:17
Yf the LORDE had not helped me, my soule had allmost bene put to sylence.
Yf the LORDE had not helped me, my soule had allmost bene put to sylence.
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18 When I sayde: my fote hath slipped, thy mercy (o LORDE) helde me vp.
19 In ye multitude of the sorowes that I had in my herte, thy comfortes haue refreshed my soule.
1 If the LORDE had not bene of oure syde (now maye Israel saye) Yf the LORDE had not bene of oure syde, whe me rose vp agaynst vs:
2 They had swalowed vs vp quycke, when they were so wrothfully displeased at vs.
3 Yee the waters had drowned vs, the streame had gone ouer oure soule.
16 Who ryseth vp with me agaynst the wicked? who taketh my parte agaynst the euell doers?
13 Neuerthelesse, I beleue verely to se the goodnesse of the LORDE in the londe of the lyuynge.
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.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
13 They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.
92 Yf my delyte were not in thy lawe, I shulde perishe in my trouble.
19 They ouertoke me in the tyme of my trouble, but the LORDE was my succoure.
26 That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
22 But the LORDE is my refuge, my God is the stregth of my confidece.
1 Unto the wil I crie, o my stronge defence: thinke no scorne of me, lest (yf thou make the as though thou herdest not) I become like them, that go downe into ye pytte.
2 Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
6 The LORDE preserueth ye symple, I was brought downe, and he helped me.
7 Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
2 Neuerthelesse my fete were allmost gone, my treadinges had wel nye slipte.
18 They preuented me in the tyme of my trouble, but ye LORDE was my defence.
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
4 Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
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.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
1 I lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles, fro whence commeth my helpe?
2 My helpe cometh euen from the LORDE, which hath made heauen and earth.
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
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.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
2 Lest he hantch vp my soule like a lyon, & teare it in peces, whyle there is none to helpe.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in 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.
16 My desyre is, yt myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me.
2 In 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.
18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
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.
1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
1 My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
6 For they regarde not the workes of the LORDE, ner the operacion of his hades: therfore shal he breake them downe, and not buylde them vp.
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.
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
22 This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
1 Holde not thy toge, o God of my prayse. For the mouth of the vngodly, yee and the mouth of the disceatfull is opened vpon me,
11 O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.