Psalms 102:20
That he might heare the mourning of the prisoner, and deliuer the children of death:
That he might heare the mourning of the prisoner, and deliuer the children of death:
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11Let the sighing of the prisoners come before thee: according to thy mightie arme preserue the children of death,
21That they may declare the Name of the Lord in Zion, and his prayse in Ierusalem,
7That thou maist open the eyes of the blind, and bring out the prisoners from the prison: and them that sitte in darkenesse, out of the prison house.
7Which executeth iustice for the oppressed: which giueth bread to the hungry: the Lord loseth the prisoners.
33For the Lord heareth the poore, and despiseth not his prisoners.
19For he hath looked downe from the height of his Sanctuarie: out of the heauen did the Lord beholde the earth,
14The captiue hasteneth to be loosed, and that hee should not die in the pitte, nor that his bread should faile.
18The prisoners rest together, and heare not the voyce of the oppressour.
19There are small and great, and the seruant is free from his master.
10They that dwell in darkenesse and in the shadowe of death, being bounde in miserie and yron,
1A prayer of the afflicted, when hee shall be in distresse, and poure foorth his meditation before the Lorde. O Lorde, heare my prayer, and let my crye come vnto thee.
17He made the worlde as a wildernesse, and destroied the cities thereof, and opened not the house of his prisoners.
15He deliuereth the poore in his affliction, & openeth their eare in trouble.
19Vntill his appointed time came, and the counsell of the Lord had tryed him.
20The King sent and loosed him: euen the Ruler of the people deliuered him.
12For whe he maketh inquisition for blood, hee remembreth it, and forgetteth not the complaint of the poore.
13Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate mee, thou that liftest me vp from the gates of death,
1A song of degrees. Ovt of the deepe places haue I called vnto thee, O Lord.
2Lorde, heare my voyce: let thine eares attend to the voyce of my prayers.
6Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.
7Bring my soule out of prison, that I may prayse thy Name: then shal the righteous come about me, when thou art beneficiall vnto me.
12But, O Lorde of hostes, that tryest the righteous, and seest the reines and the heart, let me see thy vengeance on them: for vnto thee haue I opened my cause.
13Sing vnto the Lorde, praise ye the Lorde: for he hath deliuered the soule of the poore fro the hande of the wicked.
20Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
21They haue heard that I mourne, but there is none to comfort mee: all mine enemies haue heard of my trouble, and are glad, that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day, that thou hast pronounced, and they shalbe like vnto me.
22Let al their wickednes come before thee: do vnto them, as thou hast done vnto me, for all my transgressions: for my sighes are many, & mine heart is heauy.
8Open thy mouth for the domme in the cause of all the children of destruction.
17Lorde, thou hast heard the desire of the poore: thou preparest their heart: thou bendest thine eare to them,
18To iudge the fatherlesse and poore, that earthly man cause to feare no more.
22But this people is robbed & spoiled, and shalbe all snared in dungeons, and they shalbe hid in prison houses: they shall be for a pray, and none shall deliuer: a spoile, and none shall say, Restore.
19To deliuer their soules from death, and to preserue them in famine.
8To binde their Kings in chaines, and their nobles with fetters of yron,
1The Spirit of the Lorde God is vpon mee, therefore hath the Lorde anoynted mee: hee hath sent mee to preache good tidings vnto the poore, to binde vp the broken hearted, to preach libertie to the captiues, and to them that are bound, the opening of the prison,
17And shall turne vnto the prayer of the desolate, and not despise their prayer.
34In stamping vnder his feete all the prisoners of the earth,
17The righteous crie, and the Lorde heareth them, and deliuereth them out of all their troubles.
9That thou maiest say to the prisoners, Goe foorth: and to them that are in darkenesse, Shewe your selues: they shall feede in the waies, and their pastures shall bee in all the toppes of the hilles.
28So that they haue caused the voyce of the poore to come vnto him, and he hath heard the cry of the afflicted.
8And if they bee bound in fetters and tyed with the cordes of affliction,
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
14He brought them out of darkenes, and out of the shadowe of death, and brake their bandes asunder.
11Deliuer them that are drawen to death: wilt thou not preserue them that are led to be slaine?
2Hearken vnto me, & answere me: I mourne in my prayer, and make a noyse,
6The Lord executeth righteousnes & iudgement to all that are oppressed.
4Deliuer the poore and needie: saue them from the hand of the wicked.
3When the snares of death copassed me, and the griefes of the graue caught me: when I founde trouble and sorowe.
1To him that excelleth on Neginoth. A Psalme of Dauid. Heare my cry, O God: giue eare vnto my prayer.
22And they shall be gathered together, as the prisoners in the pit: and they shal be shut vp in the prison, and after many daies shal they be visited.
6The sorowes of the graue compassed mee about: the snares of death ouertooke mee.
9Saue Lord: let the King heare vs in the day that we call.