Psalms 22:11
Be not farre from me, because trouble is neere: for there is none to helpe me.
Be not farre from me, because trouble is neere: for there is none to helpe me.
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11Saying, God hath forsaken him: pursue and take him, for there is none to deliuer him.
12Goe not farre from me, O God: my God, haste thee to helpe me.
19But be thou not farre off, O Lorde, my strength: hasten to helpe me.
20Deliuer my soule from the sword: my desolate soule from the power of the dogge.
21Forsake me not, O Lord: be not thou farre from me, my God.
22Haste thee to helpe mee, O my Lorde, my saluation.
12Many yong bulles haue compassed me: mightie bulles of Bashan haue closed me about.
1To him that excelleth vpon Aiieleth Hasshahar. A Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me, and art so farre from mine health, and from the wordes of my roaring?
9But thou didest draw me out of ye wombe: thou gauest me hope, euen at my mothers breasts.
10I was cast vpon thee, euen from ye wombe: thou art my God from my mothers belly.
9Hide not therefore thy face from mee, nor cast thy seruat away in displeasure: thou hast bene my succour: leaue me not, neither forsake mee, O God of my saluation.
10Though my father and my mother shoulde forsake me, yet the Lorde will gather me vp.
10Heare, O Lorde, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.
1A Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lorde, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise against me?
2Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. Selah.
16Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.
17The sorowes of mine heart are enlarged: drawe me out of my troubles.
1Why standest thou farre off, O Lorde, and hidest thee in due time, euen in afflictio?
22Thou hast seene it, O Lorde: keepe not silence: be not farre from me, O Lord.
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid to put in remembrance. O God, haste thee to deliuer mee: make haste to helpe me, O Lord.
12For innumerable troubles haue compassed mee: my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me, that I am not able to looke vp: yea, they are moe in nomber then the heares of mine head: therefore mine heart hath failed me.
13Let it please thee, O Lorde, to deliuer mee: make haste, O Lord, to helpe me.
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.
17And hide not thy face from thy seruant, for I am in trouble: make haste and heare me.
18Draw neere vnto my soule and redeeme it: deliuer me because of mine enemies.
5Nowe I am poore and needie: O God, make haste to me: thou art mine helper, and my deliuerer: O Lord, make no tarying.
4I looked vpon my right hand, and beheld, but there was none that would knowe me: all refuge failed me, and none cared for my soule.
12Giue vs helpe against trouble: for vaine is the helpe of man.
13Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
11Giue vs helpe against trouble: for vaine is the helpe of man.
13Thou hast thrust sore at me, that I might fall: but the Lord hath holpen me.
22Though I said in mine haste, I am cast out of thy sight, yet thou heardest the voyce of my prayer, when I cryed vnto thee.
13They haue destroyed my paths: they tooke pleasure at my calamitie, they had none helpe.
2For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou put me away? why goe I so mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
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 vpon Alamoth a song committed to the sonnes of Korah. God is our hope and strength, and helpe in troubles, ready to be found.
22Because I am poore and needie, and mine heart is wounded within me.
26Helpe me, O Lord my God: saue me according to thy mercie.
4Beholde, God is mine helper: the Lorde is with them that vpholde my soule.
19They preuented me in the day of my calamitie, but the Lord was my stay,
2Least he deuoure my soule like a lion, and teare it in pieces, while there is none to helpe.
17Though I be poore and needie, the Lorde thinketh on mee: thou art mine helper and my deliuerer: my God, make no tarying.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
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,
17Be not terrible vnto mee: thou art mine hope in the day of aduersitie.
6The sorowes of the graue compassed mee about: the snares of death ouertooke mee.
6Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.
18They preuented me in the day of my calamitie: but the Lord was my stay.
9Cast mee not off in the time of age: forsake me not when my strength faileth.