Psalms 40:17 Cross References - Great

¹⁷ Thou art my helper and redemer: make no longe taryinge (O my God.)

⁶ Lo, the poore cryeth, & the Lorde heareth hym, yee and saueth hym out of all hys troubles.

⁵ O Lord my God, greate are thy wonderous worckes, which thou hast done: like as be also thy thoughtes which are to vs ward: and yet there is no man that ordreth them vnto the.

⁴ Beholde, God is my helper, the Lorde is with them that vpholde my soule.

³³ The humble shal consydre this, and be glad: seke ye after God, and youre soule shall lyue.

⁵ As for me, I am poore and in misery, haste the vnto me (O God.) Thou art my helpe, and my redemer: O Lorde, make no longe taryenge.

¹ A prayer of Dauid. Bowe downe thyne eare, O Lorde, & heare me, for I am poore & in misery.

²² I go hence lyke the shadow that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as the greshopper.

⁷ Heare me, O Lorde, & that soone: for my sprete wexeth faynte, hid not thy face from me, lest I be lyke vnto them that go downe into the pytt. ⁸ O let me heare thy louing kindnes by tymes in the morninge for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shuld walke in, for I lyft vp my soule vnto the.

¹⁷ When the thyrsty and poore seke water & fynde none, and when theyr tonge is drye of thyrst. I geue it them sayth the Lorde. I the God of Israel forsake them not.

⁷ & the Lord God shall helpe me: therfore shall I not be confounded. I haue hardened my face like a flynt stone, for I am sure, that I shall not come to confusion. ⁸ He is at hand that iustifieth me, who will then go wt me to lawe? Let vs stande one against another: yf there be any that wyll reason with me, let hym come here forth to me. ⁹ Beholde, the Lorde God standeth by me, what is he then that can condempne me? lo, they shalbe all like as an olde clothe, the mothe shall eate them vp.

²⁰ And Iesus sayeth vnto him: the foxes haue holes, and the byrdes of the ayer haue nestes: but the sonne of man hath not where to reste his head.

⁹ For ye knowe the liberalytie of oure Lord Iesus Christ, that though he was ryche, yet for youre sakes he became poore that ye, thorowe hys pouertye, myght be made ryche.

⁶ so that we maye boldly saye: the Lorde is my helper, and I will not feare what man maye do vnto me.

⁵ Harken my deare beloued brethren. Hath not God chosen the poore of thys worlde, soch as are ryche in faythe, & heyres of the kyngdome, whych he promysed to them that loue hym?

²³ whych when he was reuyled, reuyled not agayne: when he suffered, he threatened not, but committed the vengeaunce to hym that iudgeth ryghteously

⁷ Cast all your care vpon him: for he careth for you.

²⁰ He whych testifyeth these thynges, sayeth: be it. I come quyckly. Amen. Euen so come Lorde Iesu.