Micah 7:8
O thou enemie of myne, reioyce not at my fall, for I shal get vp agayne: and though I syt in darcknesse, yet ye LORDE is my light.
O thou enemie of myne, reioyce not at my fall, for I shal get vp agayne: and though I syt in darcknesse, yet ye LORDE is my light.
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9I will beare the punishment of the LORDE (for why, I haue offended him) till he syt in iudgment vpon my cause, and se that I haue right. He wil bringe me forth to the light, and I shal se his rightuosnesse.
10She that is myne enemy shall loke vpon it, & be confounded, which now saieth: Where is thy LORDE God? Myne eyes shal beholde her, when she shalbe troden downe, as the claye in the stretes.
7Neuerthelesse I wil loke vp vnto ye LORDE, I wil paciently abyde God my sauioure: my God shal heare me.
4Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
29For thou O LORDE art my lanterne. The LORDE shal lighte my darknesse.
28Thou lightest my cadle, o LORDE my God: thou makest my darcknesse to be light.
17Reioyce not thou at ye fall of thine enemie, and let not thine herte be glad whan he stombleth.
7Therfore myne enemy shalbe founde as the vngodly, & he yt taketh parte agaynst me, as the vnrightuous.
5Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.
6Sela. Stode vp (o LORDE) in yi wrath, lift vp thyself ouer the furious indignacio of myne enemies: aryse vp (for me) in the vengeaunce that thou hast promysed.
11Yee the darcknesse is no darcknesse with the, but the night is as cleare as the daye, the darcknesse & light are both alike.
3when his light shyned vpon my heade: whe I wente after the same light & shyne eue thorow the darcknesse.
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
18But as for me, I wil be glad in the LORDE, and will reioyce in God my Sauioure.
3For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
7The LORDE is my helper, & I shal se my desyre vpon myne enemies.
1The LORDE is my light and my health: whom then shulde I feare? the LORDE is the strength of my life, for whom the shulde I be afrayed?
2Therfore when the wicked (euen myne enemies & my foes) came vpon me, to eate vp my flesh, they stombled and fell.
3Though an hoost of men were layed agaynst me, yet shal not my hert be afrayed: and though there rose vp warre against me, yet wil I put my trust in him.
10But be thou mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) rayse thou me vp, and I shal rewarde them.
11By this I knowe thou fauourest me, that my enemie shal not triumphe ouer me.
21They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.
9But let my soule be ioyfull in the LORDE, and reioyse in his helpe.
24Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
26Yet neuerthelesse where as I loked for good, euell happened vnto me: and where as I waited for light, there came darcknesse.
1And therfore get the vp by tymes, for thy light cometh, & the glory of ye LORDE shal ryse vp vpo ye.
2For lo, while ye darknesse & cloude couereth the earth & the people, the LORDE shal shewe the light, & his glory shal be sene in the.
3Because thou hast dryue myne enemies abacke, they were discofited, & perished at thy presence.
11But the LORDE stode by me, like a mightie giaunte: therfore my persecuters fell, and coude do nothinge. They shal be sore confouded, for they haue done vnwisely, they shall haue an euerlastinge shame.
2He droue me forth, and led me: yee into darcknesse, but not in to light.
9The light of the righteous maketh ioyfull, but the candle of the vngodly shal be put out.
13Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.
1I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me.
16My desyre is, yt myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me.
20Shall not the daye of the LORDE be darcke, and not cleare? shal it not be cloudy, and no shyne in it?
4Vnto the godly there ariseth vp light in the darcknesse: he is merciful, louynge & rightuous.
17Thus I waite vpon the LORDE, that hath turned his face from the house of Iacob, and I loke vnto him.
10Therfore who so feareth the LORDE amoge you, let him heare the voyce of his seruaut. Who so walketh in darcknesse, & no light shyneth vpo him, let him hope in the LORDE, and holde him by his God.
2Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?
8Myne aduocate speaketh for me, who wil then go with me to lawe? Let vs stode one agaynst another: yf there be eny that wil reason with me, let him come here forth to me.
13They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.
29Haue I euer reioysed at the hurte of myne enemy? Or, was I euer glad, yt eny harme happened vnto him? Oh no,
12But it is thou my companyon, my gyde and myne owne familier frede.
6The light shalbe darcke in his dwellinge, & his candle shalbe put out with him.
8They are brought downe and fallen, but we are rysen and stonde vp right.
9When so euer I call vpon the, myne enemies are put to flight: wherby I knowe, that thou art my God.
8Then shal thy light breake forth as ye mornynge, and thy health florish right shortly: thy rightuousnesse shal go before the, and ye glory of the LORDE shal embrace the.
8He hath hedged vp my path, I ca not get awaye, he hath set darcknesse in my gate.
4When I layed me downe to slepe, I sayde: O when shal I ryse? Agayne, I longed sore for the night. Thus am I full off sorowe, till it be darcke.
2For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?