Psalms 142:3
I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
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1O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of.
2Thou art aboute my path & aboute my bedd, & spyest out all my wayes.
3For lo, there is not a worde i my toge, but thou (o LORDE) knowest it alltogether.
4Thou hast fashioned me behinde & before, & layed thine hode vpon me.
5Soch knowlege is to wonderfull & excellet for me, I can not atteyne vnto it.
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.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
4Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
10He layeth waite for me like a Bere, and as a lyon in a hole.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
2When my sprete is in heuynesse, for thou knowest my path: in the waye where in I walke, haue they preuely layed a snare for me.
6Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
6They holde alltogether, & kepe them selues close: they marck my steppes, how they maye catch my soule.
3But thou LORDE (to whom I am well knowne) thou that hast sene, & proued my herte, take them awaye, like as a flock is caried to the slaughter house, and apoynte them for the daye off slaughtinge.
5The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.
12Vpon my right hade they rose together agaynst me, they haue hurte my fete, made awaye to destroye me,
13& my path haue they clene marred. It was so easy for them to do me harme, that they neded no man to helpe the.
14They fell vpon me, as it had bene ye breakynge in of waters, & came in by heapes to destroye me.
7Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
8Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the.
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
5Oh ordre thou my goynges in thy pathes, that my fote steppes slippe not.
37Thou hast enlarged my goinge vnder me, and myne ankles haue not slyded.
22Let the noyse be herde out of their houses, when the murtherer cometh sodenly vpon them: For they haue digged a pit to take me, and layed snares for my fete.
8Thou tellest my flittinges, thou puttest my teares in thy botell, and nombrest them.
6The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
36Thou hast made rowme ynough vnder me for to go, that my fote steppes shulde not slyde.
6He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
7He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, & hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.
3When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
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.
27Thou hast put my fote in the stockes: thou lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, & marckest the steppes of my fete:
8He hath hedged vp my path, I ca not get awaye, he hath set darcknesse in my gate.
12For innumerable troubles are come aboute me: my synnes haue taken soch holde vpon me, that I am not able to loke vp: yee they are mo in nombre then the hayres of my heade, and my hert hath fayled me.
16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
22Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
5Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.
16For thou hast nombred all my goynges, yet be not thou to extreme vpon my synnes.
3The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
23Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes.
11he hath put my fote in the stockes, & loketh narowly vnto all my pathes.
4For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.
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 myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule.
2Neuerthelesse my fete were allmost gone, my treadinges had wel nye slipte.
2He droue me forth, and led me: yee into darcknesse, but not in to light.
6Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
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.