Psalms 71:11
Saying, God hath forsaken him: persecute and take him; for there is none to deliver him.
Saying, God hath forsaken him: persecute and take him; for there is none to deliver him.
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9Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength faileth.
10For mine enemies speak against me; and they that lay wait for my soul take counsel together,
12O God, be not far from me: O my God, make haste for my help.
13Let them be confounded and consumed that are adversaries to my soul; let them be covered with reproach and dishonour that seek my hurt.
1To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A alm of David. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
11God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desote.
2Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.
21Forsake me not, O LORD: O my God, be not far from me.
1Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.
2For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
11Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.
4I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
1To the chief Musician, A alm of David, to bring to remembrance. Make haste, O God, to deliver me; make haste to help me, O LORD.
11He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten: he hideth his face; he will never see it.
46And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
1Shiggaion of David, which he sang unto the LORD, concerning the words of Cush the Benjamite. O LORD my God, in thee do I put my trust: save me from all them that persecute me, and deliver me:
2Lest he tear my soul like a lion, rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.
3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
9Hide not thy face far from me; put not thy servant away in anger: thou hast been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.
10When my father and my mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up.
21They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are gd that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day that thou hast called, and they shall be like unto me.
9I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
5Let the enemy persecute my soul, and take it; yea, let him tread down my life upon the earth, and lay mine honour in the dust. Selah.
20Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
3For strangers are risen up against me, and oppressors seek after my soul: they have not set God before them. Selah.
34And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? which is, being interpreted, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
10For I heard the defaming of many, fear on every side. Report, say they, and we will report it. All my familiars watched for my halting, saying, Peradventure he will be enticed, and we shall prevail against him, and we shall take our revenge on him.
22For God shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand.
11Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go forth with our hosts?
7All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,
8He trusted on the LORD that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him.
22Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
3For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul: the mighty are gathered against me; not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O LORD.
15My times are in thy hand: deliver me from the hand of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.
4Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked, out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man.
19But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.
13He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me.
16For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
13They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
42They looked, but there was none to save; even unto the LORD, but he answered them not.
6They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my ste, when they wait for my soul.
26For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wounded.
3Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me.
11There is none that understandeth, there is none that seeketh after God.
13For I have heard the slander of many: fear was on every side: while they took counsel together against me, they devised to take away my life.
6Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.