Psalms 35:17
Lord, how long wilt thou beholde this? deliuer my soule from their tumult, euen my desolate soule from the lions.
Lord, how long wilt thou beholde this? deliuer my soule from their tumult, euen my desolate soule from the lions.
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1Shigaion of Dauid, which he sang vnto the Lord, concerning the wordes of Chush the sonne of Iemini. O lorde my God, in thee I put my trust: saue me from all that persecute me, & deliuer me,
2Least he deuoure my soule like a lion, and teare it in pieces, while there is none to helpe.
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.
21Saue me from the lyons mouth, and answere me in sauing me from the hornes of the vnicornes.
3He will send from heauen, and saue me from the reproofe of him that would swallowe me. Selah. God wil send his mercy, and his trueth.
4My soule is among lions: I lie among the children of men, that are set on fire: whose teeth are speares and arrowes, & their tongue a sharpe sworde.
13They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as a ramping and roaring lyon.
15But in mine aduersitie they reioyced, and gathered them selues together: the abiects assembled themselues against me, and knewe not: they tare me and ceased not,
16With the false skoffers at bankets, gnashing their teeth against me.
12Like as a lyon that is greedy of pray, and as it were a lyons whelp lurking in secret places.
13Vp Lord, disappoint him: cast him downe: deliuer my soule from the wicked with thy sworde,
18So will I giue thee thankes in a great Congregation: I will praise thee among much people.
22Thou hast seene it, O Lorde: keepe not silence: be not farre from me, O Lord.
18Draw neere vnto my soule and redeeme it: deliuer me because of mine enemies.
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
4Returne, O Lord: deliuer my soule: saue me for thy mercies sake.
3Bring out also the speare and stop the way against them, that persecute me: say vnto my soule, I am thy saluation.
26Helpe me, O Lord my God: saue me according to thy mercie.
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wilt thou forget me, O Lord, for euer? howe long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
2How long shall I take counsell within my selfe, hauing wearinesse dayly in mine heart? how long shall mine enemie be exalted aboue me?
13I rekoned to the morning: but he brake all my bones, like a lion: from day to night wilt thou make an ende of me.
1A song of degrees. I called vnto the Lorde in my trouble, and hee heard me.
2Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lippes, and from a deceitfull tongue.
13Let it please thee, O Lorde, to deliuer mee: make haste, O Lord, to helpe me.
39(39:1) Wilt thou hunt the pray for the lyon? or fill the appetite of the lyons whelpes,
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,
9From the wicked that oppresse mee, from mine enemies, which compasse me round about for my soule.
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?
15My times are in thine hande: deliuer mee from the hande of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.
9Then my soule shalbe ioyfull in the Lord: it shall reioyce in his saluation.
10All my bones shall say, Lorde, who is like vnto thee, which deliuerest the poore from him, that is too strong for him! yea, the poore and him that is in miserie, from him that spoyleth him!
10He was vnto me as a beare lying in waite, and as a Lion in secret places.
6Breake their teeth, O God, in their mouthes: breake the iawes of the yong lions, O Lorde.
46Lord, howe long wilt thou hide thy selfe, for euer? shall thy wrath burne like fire?
24Iudge me, O Lorde my God, according to thy righteousnesse, and let them not reioyce ouer mee.
15Mine eyes are euer towarde the Lorde: for he will bring my feete out of the net.
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.
5Then cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art mine hope, and my portion in the land of the liuing.
6Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.
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.
7O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
13For great is thy mercie toward me, & thou hast deliuered my soule from the lowest graue.
14O God, the proude are risen against me, and the assemblies of violent men haue sought my soule, and haue not set thee before them.
22Haste thee to helpe mee, O my Lorde, my saluation.
4Keepe mee, O Lord, from the handes of the wicked: preserue mee from the cruell man, which purposeth to cause my steppes to slide.
11Where is the dwelling of the lyons, and the pasture of the lyons whelpes? where the lyon, and the lionesse walked, and the lyons whelpe, & none made them afrayde.
21The lions roare after their praye, and seeke their meate at God.
13Sing vnto the Lorde, praise ye the Lorde: for he hath deliuered the soule of the poore fro the hande of the wicked.