Psalms 31:22
Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
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1Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
4I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
6Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
8The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
14I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
6For they regarde not the workes of the LORDE, ner the operacion of his hades: therfore shal he breake them downe, and not buylde them vp.
19But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
1I crie vnto the LORDE with my voyce, yee eue vnto the LORDE do I make my supplicacion. I poure out my complaynte before him, and shewe him of my trouble.
2O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
21O how greate and manifolde is thy good, which thou haist hyd for them that feare ye? O what thinges bringest thou to passe for them, that put their trust in the, euen before the sonnes of men?
6For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
1When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
7Wha I was in trouble, I called vpo the LORDE, yee euen my God called I vpon, & so he herde my voyce fro his holy temple, & my coplaynte (came) into his eares.
16Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
6So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares.
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
54They poured water vpon my heade, then thought I: now am I vndone.
7Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
8Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
22This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.
5Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
1Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
2Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
1My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
2O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
56Thou hast herde my voyce, & hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my sighinge and crienge.
12Sela. Heare my prayer o LORDE, and considre my callinge: shewe not thy self as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme with the, as all my forefathers were.
16Where as I neuertheles ledinge the flock in thy wayes, haue compelled none by violence. For I neuer desyred eny mas deeth, this knowest thou well. My wordes also were right before the.
2Heare the voyce of my humble peticion, when I crie vnto the, and holde vp my hondes towarde thy holy temple.
22I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
11I sayde in my haist: All men are lyers.
15For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
16My desyre is, yt myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me.
1I am wel pleased, yt the LORDE hath herde ye voyce of my prayer.
1Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.
2Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble: enclyne thine eares vnto me when I call, O heare me, and that right soone.
21Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
22Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.
17Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
7When my soule faynted within me, I thought vpon the LORDE: and my prayer came in vnto the, euen in to thy holy temple.
22From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.
20Whe I crie vnto the, thou doest not heare me: & though I stonde before the, yet thou regardest me not.
9The LORDE hath herde myne humble peticio, the LORDE hath receaued my prayer.
8Though I crie & call piteously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
2O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
2Bowe downe thine eare to me, make haist to delyuer me:
4I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill.
10Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
17Thus can not I get out of darcknesse, the cloude hath so couered my face.