Psalms 20:1
The LORDE heare the in the tyme off trouble, the name of the God of Iacob defende the.
The LORDE heare the in the tyme off trouble, the name of the God of Iacob defende the.
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2Sende the helpe fro the Sanctuary, & strength ye out of Sion
8O LORDE God of hoostes, heare my prayer: herken o God of Iacob.
9Saue (LORDE) & helpe vs (o kynge) when we call vpon the.
7In the tyme of my trouble I call vpon the, for thou hearest me.
15And call vpo me in the tyme of trouble, so wil I heare the, that thou shalt thanke me.
1Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
4But thy right hade, thyne arme & the light of thy countenaunce, because thou haddest a fauoure vnto them.
1In oure troubles and aduersite, we haue founde, that God is oure refuge, oure strength and helpe.
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.
10Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
1When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.
1Helpe me (o God) for thy names sake, and delyuer me in thy stregth.
2Heare my prayer (o God) considre the wordes of my mouth.
7The LORDE of hoostes is wt vs, the God of Iacob is oure defence.
19But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
1Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
17When the rightuous crie, the LORDE heareth them, and delyuereth the out of all their troubles.
21O delyuer me, for I am helplesse & poore, & my herte is wounded within me,
5Sela. That thy beloued might be delyuered, helpe them with thy right hande, and heare me.
22Delyuer Israel (O God) out of all his trouble.
2I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies.
1Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
1Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
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.
15When he calleth vpon me, I shall heare him: yee I am with him in his trouble, wherout I wil delyuer him, and brynge him to honoure.
1Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
6For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
6This poore man cried vnto the LORDE, and he herde him, yee and delyuered him out of all his troubles.
5Which made heauen and earth, ye see and all that therin is, which kepeth his promise for euer
6Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
2Bowe downe thine eare to me, make haist to delyuer me:
6That thy beloued maye be delyuered: helpe then with thy right hande, & heare me.
2How he swore vnto ye LORDE, & vowed a vowe vnto ye mightie one of Iacob:
16In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
26That they maye knowe, how that this is thy hande, and that thou hast done it.
1Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.
5For in the tyme of trouble he hath hyd me in his tabernacle, yee in the secrete place of his dwellinge hath he kepte and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone.
9The LORDE is a defence for the poore, a defence in the tyme of trouble.
2and he sayde. The LORDE is my stony rock, & my castell, and my delyuerer.
5We will reioyse in thy health, & triuphe in ye name of the LORDE oure God: the LORDE perfourme all thy peticios.
20Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faithfulnesse (o God) playege vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel.
6So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares.
1Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
2Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
13O LORDE, let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me, make haist (o LORDE) to helpe me. Let them be ashamed and cofounded, that seke after my soule, to destroie it: let them fall backwarde and be put to confucion, that wysh me euell.
2LORDE be merciful vnto vs, we wait for the. Thine arme is at a poynte to vyset vs, but be thou oure health in the tyme of trouble.
22But the LORDE is my refuge, my God is the stregth of my confidece.
17Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
11The LORDE of hoostes is wt vs, the God of Iacob is oure defence. Sela.