Psalms 57:4
My 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.
My 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.
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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.
12Many yong bulles haue compassed me: mightie bulles of Bashan haue closed me about.
13They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as a ramping and roaring lyon.
14I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
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.
16For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete.
17Lord, how long wilt thou beholde this? deliuer my soule from their tumult, euen my desolate soule from the lions.
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,
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.
5Exalt thy selfe, O God, aboue the heauen, and let thy glory be vpon all the earth.
6They haue layd a net for my steps: my soule is pressed downe: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the mids of it. Selah.
10He was vnto me as a beare lying in waite, and as a Lion in secret places.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
6Breake their teeth, O God, in their mouthes: breake the iawes of the yong lions, O Lorde.
4It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.
13His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
10The roaring of the Lion, and the voyce of the Lionesse, & the teeth of the Lions whelpes are broken.
11The Lyon perisheth for lacke of pray, and the Lyons whelpes are scattered abroade.
3For loe, they haue layd waite for my soule: the mightie men are gathered against me, not for mine offence, nor for my sinne, O Lord.
2And hee hath made my mouth like a sharpe sworde: vnder the shadowe of his hande hath he hid mee, and made me a chosen shafte, and hid me in his quiuer,
3Bring out also the speare and stop the way against them, that persecute me: say vnto my soule, I am thy saluation.
10For mine enemies speake of mee, and they that lay waite for my soule, take their counsell together,
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.
20Deliuer my soule from the sword: my desolate soule from the power of the dogge.
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.
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
12They came about mee like bees, but they were quenched as a fire of thornes: for in the Name of the Lord I shall destroy them.
2Mine enemies would dayly swallowe mee vp: for many fight against me, O thou most High.
1To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of Dauid on Michtam. When he fled from Saul in the caue. Haue mercie vpon me, O God, haue mercie vpon me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and in the shadowe of thy wings wil I trust, till these afflictions ouerpasse.
9His wrath hath torne me, and hee hateth me, and gnasheth vpon mee with his teeth: mine enemie hath sharpened his eyes against me.
3They haue sharpened their tongues like a serpent: adders poyson is vnder their lips. Selah.
4Keepe mee, O Lord, from the handes of the wicked: preserue mee from the cruell man, which purposeth to cause my steppes to slide.
5The proude haue layde a snare for me, and spred a nette with cordes in my pathway, and set grennes for me. Selah.
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.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
6Yea, a nation commeth vpon my lande, mightie, & without nomber, whose teeth are like the teeth of a lyon, and he hath the iawes of a great lyon.
18He hath deliuered my soule in peace fro the battel, that was against me: for many were with me.
2When the wicked, euen mine enemies and my foes came vpon mee to eate vp my flesh; they stumbled and fell.
5Then let the enemie persecute my soule and take it: yea, let him treade my life downe vpon the earth, and lay mine honour in the dust. Selah.
2Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lippes, and from a deceitfull tongue.
3For strangers are risen vp against me, and tyrants seeke my soule: they haue not set God before them. Selah.
4Beholde, God is mine helper: the Lorde is with them that vpholde my soule.
6My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
2For the mouth of the wicked, and the mouth full of deceite are opened vpon me: they haue spoken to me with a lying tongue.
13From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
9Therefore they that seeke my soule to destroy it, they shall goe into the lowest partes of the earth.
10They shall cast him downe with the edge of the sword, and they shall be a portion for foxes.