Psalms 35:19
O let the not triuphe ouer me, that are myne enemies for naught: O let them not wyncke wt their eyes, that hate me without a cause.
O let the not triuphe ouer me, that are myne enemies for naught: O let them not wyncke wt their eyes, that hate me without a cause.
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24Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
25O let the not saye in their hertes: there there, so wolde we haue it. O let them not saye: we haue ouercome him.
26Let them be put to confucion and shame, that reioyse at my trouble: let the be clothed with rebuke and dishonoure, that boost the selues agaynst me.
27Let them also be glad and reioyse, that fauoure my rightuous dealinge: yee let them saye allwaye: blessed be ye LORDE, which hath pleasure in the prosperite of his seruaunt.
19But myne enemies lyue, and are mightie: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in nombre.
20They that rewarde me euell for good, speake euell of me, because I folowe the thinge that good is.
19Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
4Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
7Therfore myne enemy shalbe founde as the vngodly, & he yt taketh parte agaynst me, as the vnrightuous.
20And why? their comonynge is not for peace, but they ymagin false wordes agaynst ye outcastes of the londe.
4They yt hate me without a cause, are mo then the hayres of my heade: they that are myne enemies & wolde destroye me giltlesse, are mightie:
29Haue I euer reioysed at the hurte of myne enemy? Or, was I euer glad, yt eny harme happened vnto him? Oh no,
15But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
12But it is thou my companyon, my gyde and myne owne familier frede.
10Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
20But deale thou with me (o LORDE God) acordinge vnto thy name, for swete is thy mercy.
20For they speake vnright of the, thine enemies exalte them selues presumptuously.
21I hate them (o LORDE) that hate the, & I maye not awaye with those that ryse vp agaynst the?
22Yee I hate them right sore, therfore are they myne enemies.
9From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute.
12Delyuer me not into the wylles of myne aduersaries, for there are false wytnesses rysen vp against me, and they ymagyn myschefe.
23Yet LORDE, thou knowest all their coucell, that they haue deuysed, to slaye me. And therfore forgeue them not their wickednes, and let not their synne be put out of thy sight: but let them be iudged before the as the giltie: This shalt thou do vnto the in ye tyme of thy indignacion.
17Reioyce not thou at ye fall of thine enemie, and let not thine herte be glad whan he stombleth.
18Lest ye LORDE (when he seyth it) be angrie, & turne his wrath from him vnto the.
19Let not yi wrath & gelousy moue ye, to foolow ye wicked and vngodly.
2and speake agaynst me with false toges. They compase me aboute with wordes of hatred, & fight agaynst me without a cause.
3For the loue that I had vnto them, they take now my contrary parte, but I geue my self vnto prayer.
7All they that hate me, runne together agaynst me, and ymagin euell agaynst me.
8Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me.
3My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
14Let the soone be brought to shame, that crie ouer me: there there.
9He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
10They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
5Myne enemies speake euell vpo me: whan shal he dye, and his name perishe?
4Yff I haue rewarded euell vnto the yt dealt frendly wt me or hurte the yt wt out eny cause are myne enemies:
52Myne enemies hunted me out sharpely like a byrde, yee and that with out a cause.
10God sheweth me his goodnesse plenteously, God letteth me se my desyre vpo myne enemies.
9Sela. Let the myschefe of their owne lippes fall vpon ye head of the, yt copase me aboute.
3O plucke me not awaye amonge the vngodly and wicked doers, which speake frendly to their neghboure, but ymagin myschefe in their hertes.
11O let not the fote of pryde ouertake me, O let not the hande of ye vngodly cast me downe.
2For lo, thy enemies make a murmuringe, & they yt hate the, lift vp their heade.
7For they haue pryuely laied their nett to destroye me without a cause, yee and made a pitte for my soule, which I neuer deserued.
18Let my persecuters be confounded, but not me: let them be afrayed, and not me. Thou shalt bringe vpon the the tyme off their plage, and shalt destroye them right sore.
11Myne eye also shal se his lust of myne enemies,
41Thou hast made myne enemies to turne their backes vpo me, that I might destroye them that hate 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.
4Let them be cofounded and put to shame, that seke after my soule: let the be turned back and brought to confucion, that ymagin myschefe for me.
10But lo, he hath pyked a quarell agaynst me, & taketh me for his enemy:
7The LORDE is my helper, & I shal se my desyre vpon myne enemies.
27For they persecute him whom thou hast smytten, & besyde thy woundes they haue geuen him moo.