Deliver Me, O LORD! 1Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me. 2Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God. 3Sela But thou (o LORDE) art my defender, my worshipe, ad the lifter vp of my heade. 4I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill. 5Sela I layed me downe and slepte, but I rose vp agayne, for the LORDE susteyned me. 6I am not afrayed for thousandes of the people, that copasse me rounde aboute. 7Vp LORDE, and helpe me, o my God: for thou smytest all myne enemies vpon the cheke bones, and breakest the teth of the vngodly. 8Helpe belongeth vnto the LORDE, therfore let thy blessynge be vpon thy people. |