Psalms 39:13
Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
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12Heare my prayer, O Lord, & hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
13Let it please thee, O Lorde, to deliuer mee: make haste, O Lord, to helpe me.
9Cast mee not off in the time of age: forsake me not when my strength faileth.
10Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
19But be thou not farre off, O Lorde, my strength: hasten to helpe me.
4Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
10Heare, O Lorde, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.
21Forsake me not, O Lord: be not thou farre from me, my God.
22Haste thee to helpe mee, O my Lorde, my saluation.
10I saide in the cutting off of my dayes, I shall goe to the gates of the graue: I am depriued of the residue of my yeeres.
11I said, I shall not see the Lord, euen the Lord in the land of the liuing: I shall see man no more among the inhabitants of the world.
12Mine habitation is departed, and is remoued from me, like a shepheards tent: I haue cut off like a weauer my life: he will cut me off from the height: from day to night, thou wilt make an ende of me.
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,
23He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
24And I sayd, O my God, take me not away in the middes of my dayes: thy yeeres endure from generation to generation.
9Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
13Oh that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, and keepe me secret, vntill thy wrath were past, and wouldest giue me terme, and remember me.
2For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou put me away? why goe I so mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
19Howe long will it be yer thou depart from me? thou wilt not let me alone whiles I may swallowe my spettle.
3Therefore nowe O Lorde, take, I beseech thee, my life from me: for it is better for me to die then to liue.
7Heare me speedily, O Lorde, for my spirit fayleth: hide not thy face from me, els I shall be like vnto them that go downe into the pit.
2Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
11Cast mee not away from thy presence, and take not thine holy Spirit from me.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
16Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.
11Withdrawe not thou thy tender mercie from mee, O Lord: let thy mercie and thy trueth alway preserue me.
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.
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.
15My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
4Returne, O Lord: deliuer my soule: saue me for thy mercies sake.
3Beholde, and heare mee, O Lord my God: lighten mine eyes, that I sleepe not in death:
4Lest mine enemie say, I haue preuailed against him: and they that afflict me, reioyce when I slide.
22For the yeeres accounted come, and I shal go the way, whence I shall not returne.
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?
26Helpe me, O Lord my God: saue me according to thy mercie.
20But doe not these two things vnto me: then will I not hide my selfe from thee.
21Withdrawe thine hande from me, and let not thy feare make me afraide.
9Then saide hee vnto me, I pray thee come vpon mee, and slay me: for anguish is come vpon me, because my life is yet whole in me.
16O Lord, to them that ouerliue them, and to all that are in them, the life of my spirite shalbe knowen, that thou causedst me to sleepe and hast giuen life to me.
18The Lorde hath chastened me sore, but he hath not deliuered me to death.
13Holde your tongues in my presence, that I may speake, and let come vpon what will.
4Therefore I saide, Lorde haue mercie vpon me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned against thee.
11Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for thy righteousnesse bring my soule out of trouble.
6Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.
49Lord, where are thy former mercies, which thou swarest vnto Dauid in thy trueth?
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.