Psalms 13 Cross References - Coverdale

¹ How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me? ² Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me? ³ Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death. ⁴ Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it. ⁵ But my trust is in thy mercy, and my hert is ioyfull in thy sauynge health. ⁶ I wil synge of the LORDE, that dealeth so louyngly with me. (Yee I wil prayse the name of the LORDE the most hyest)

¹⁷ And then shall my wrath waxe whote agaynst them, at the same tyme, & I shal forsake the, and hyde my face fro them, that they maye be consumed. And so whan moch aduersite & trouble commeth vpo the, they shal saye: Is not all this euell come vpo me, because God is not with me?

⁹ Wha the Cananites heare of this, they shal compasse vs rounde aboute, yee and rote out oure names from of the earth. What wylt thou do then vnto thy greate name?

¹ And Anna prayed, and sayde: My hert reioyseth in the LORDE, & my horne is exalted in the LORDE. My mouth is opened wyde vpo myne enemies, for I am glad of thy saluacion.

²⁷ As for Ionathas he had not herde, that his father had charged the people, and he put forth his staff that he had in his hande, and dypped the ende of it in ye hony combe, and turned his hande to his mouth, and his eyes were lighted.

²⁹ Then sayde Ionathas: My father hath troubled the londe: Se how lighte myne eyes are become, because I haue taisted a litle of this hony.

²⁹ Then was Saul the more afrayed, and became his enemye as loge as he lyued.

¹⁹ What is he, which yf he fynde his enemye, wyl let him go in a good waye? The LORDE rewarde the good for yt thou hast done vnto me this daye?

⁸ But now is there a litle and sodane graciousnes come from the LORDE oure God, so that some of vs are escaped, that he maie geue vs a nayle in his holy place, that oure God maye lighte oure eyes, and geue vs a litle lyfe in oure bondage.

² Then sayde ye kynge vnto me: Why lokest thou so sadly? Thou art not sicke, that is not ye matter, but thou art heuy harted. Neuertheles I was sore afrayed,

⁶ Hester sayde: The enemye and aduersary is this wicked Aman. As for Ama, he was exceadingly afraied before ye kynge & ye quene.

¹² Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson? ¹³ When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche: ¹⁴ The troublest thou me with dreames, ad makest me so afrayed thorow visions, ¹⁵ that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.

¹⁹ Yf men will speake of strength, he is the stogest of all: yf me will speake of rightousnes, who darre be my recorde? ²⁰ yf I will iustifie my self, myne owne mouth shall codemne me: yf I will put forth my self for a perfecte man, he shal proue me a wicked doer: ²¹ For that I shulde be an innocent, my coscience knoweth it not, yee I my self am weery off my life.

²⁷ When I am purposed to forget my complayninges to chaunge my countenaunce, and to coforte my self: ²⁸ then am I afrayed of all my workes, for I knowe, thou fauourest not an euell doer.

¹⁵ Yf I do wickedly, wo is me therfore: Yf I be rightuous, yet darre I not lift vp my heade: so full am I of confucion, and se myne owne misery.

²⁴ Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?

⁸ For though I go before, I fynde him not: yf I come behynde, I ca get no knowlege of him: ⁹ Yf I go on the left syde to pondre his workes, I can not atteyne vnto them: Agayne, yf I go on the right syde, he hydeth himself, yt I can not se him. ¹⁰ But as for my waye, he knoweth it: & trieth me as ye golde in ye fyre.

¹ Heare my wordes (o LORDE) considre my callynge.

³ My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?

² Lest he hantch vp my soule like a lyon, & teare it in peces, whyle there is none to helpe.

⁴ Yff I haue rewarded euell vnto the yt dealt frendly wt me or hurte the yt wt out eny cause are myne enemies: ⁵ Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.

² Out of the mouth of the very babes & sucklinges thou hast ordened prayse, because of thine enemies, yt thou mightest destroye the enemie and the auenger.

⁶ The enemies swerdes are come to an ende, thou hast ouerthrowen their cities, their memoriall is perished with the.

¹³ Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death. ¹⁴ That I maye shewe all thy prayses within the portes off the doughter Sion, and reioyse in thy sauynge health.

¹⁹ Vp LORDE, let not man haue the vpper hade, let the Heithe be codemned before the.

¹¹ For he sayeth in his herte: Tush, God hath forgotten, he hath turned awaye his face, so yt he will neuer se it. ¹² Aryse o LORDE God, lift vp thine honde, and forget not the poore.

¹⁸ Helpe the fatherlesse and poore vnto their right, that the vngodly be nomore exalted vpon earth.

⁹ From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute.

²⁸ Thou lightest my cadle, o LORDE my God: thou makest my darcknesse to be light.

¹³ Be thou exalted (LORDE) in thine owne strength, so wil we synge and prayse thy power.

¹ My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health. ² O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.

⁷ All they yt se me, laugh me to scorne: they shute out their lippes, and shake their heades. ⁸ He trusted in God, let him delyuer him: let him helpe hi, yf he wil haue him.

² My God, I trust in ye: Oh let me not be confounded, lest myne enemies triuphe ouer me.

¹⁹ Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.

⁷ I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.

¹⁸ Shewe thy seruaunt the light of thy countenaunce, helpe me for thy mercies sake.

¹⁰ Be not ye now like horses & mooles, which haue no vnderstondinge. Whose mouthes thou must holde with bytt & brydle, yf they wil not obeie the.

¹⁸ Beholde, the eye of the LORDE loketh vnto them that feare him, & put their trust in his mercy.

²¹ So shal oure herte reioyse in him, because we haue hoped in his holy name. ²² Let thy mercifull kyndnesse (o LORDE) be vpon vs, like as we put oure trust in the.

¹⁷ LORDE, whan wilt thou loke vpo this? O restore my soule from ye wicked rumoure of the, my dearlinge from the lyons.

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.

²⁵ O let the not saye in their hertes: there there, so wolde we haue it. O let them not saye: we haue ouercome him.

⁷ Thou LORDE preseruest both me & beestes. How precious is thy mercy (O God) that the children of men maye put their trust vnder ye shadowe of thy wynges?

¹⁶ My desyre is, yt myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me. ¹⁷ I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.

⁴ Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?

⁹ Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe, ¹⁰ daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?

⁴ That I maye go into the aulter of God, euen vnto the God which is my ioye & pleasure, & vpon the harpe to geue thakes vnto ye, o God, my God. ⁵ Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thakes for ye helpe of his countenauce, and because he is my God.

¹⁴ Thou makest vs to be rebuked of or neghbours, to be laughed to scorne aud had in derision, of them that are rounde aboute vs. ¹⁵ Thou hast made vs a very byworde amonge the Heithen, & that the people shake their heades at vs. ¹⁶ My cofucion is daylie before me, & the shame of my face couereth me.

²⁴ Wherfore hydest thou thy face? wilt thou clene forget oure misery and oppressio?

¹² O geue me the comforte of thy helpe agayne, and stablish me with thy fre sprete.

⁸ Lo, this is the ma, yt toke not God for his stregth, but trusted vnto the multitude of his riches, & was mightie in his wickednesse.

²² But as for them, thou (o God) shalt cast them downe in to the pitte of destruccion.

² He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence, so yt I shal not greatly fall.

⁶ He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence: so yt I shal not fall.

¹ O God, wherfore doest thou cast vs so cleane awaye? why is yi wrath so hote agaynst ye shepe of yi pasture?

¹⁰ We se oure tokens nomore, there is not one prophet more, no not one that vnderstondeth enymore.

¹⁸ Thou hast set all ye borders of the earth thou hast made both Sommer & wynter.

² In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte. ³ When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake. ⁴ Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake, ⁵ Then remembred I the tymes of olde, & the yeares that were past. ⁶ I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete. ⁷ Wil the LORDE cast out for euer? Wil he be nomore intreated? ⁸ Is his mercy cleane gone? Is his promyse come vtterly to an ende for euermore? ⁹ Hath the LORDE forgotten to be gracious? Or, hath he shut vp his louynge kyndnesse in displeasure? ¹⁰ Sela. At the last I came to this poynte, that I thought: O why art thou so foolish? the right honde of the most hyest can chaunge all. ¹¹ Therfore wil I remembre the workes of the LORDE, and call to mynde thy wonders of olde tyme. ¹² I wil speake of all thy workes, and my talkynge shalbe of thy doinges.

⁴ O LORDE God of hoostes, how loge wilt thou be angrie ouer the prayer of thy people?

⁵ Wilt thou be displeased at vs for euer? wilt thou stretch out thy wrath from one generacion to another?

⁴⁶ The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.

¹⁴ O satisfie vs with thy mercy, and that soone: so shal we reioyse and be glad all the dayes of oure life.

³ LORDE, how longe shal the vngodly, how longe shal the vngodly tryumphe? ⁴ How longe shal all wicked doers speake so di?daynedly, and make soch proude boastynge?

¹⁸ When I sayde: my fote hath slipped, thy mercy (o LORDE) helde me vp. ¹⁹ In ye multitude of the sorowes that I had in my herte, thy comfortes haue refreshed my soule.

⁶ For he shal neuer be moued, the rightuous shal be had in an euerlastinge remembraunce.

³ The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,

⁷ Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.

⁷ I wil thanke the with an vnfayned herte, because I am lerned in the iudgmentes of thy rightuousnesse.

⁸¹ My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde.

¹⁵³ O considre my aduersite, & delyuer me, for I do not forget thy lawe.

¹ I lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles, fro whence commeth my helpe? ² My helpe cometh euen from the LORDE, which hath made heauen and earth. ³ He will not suffre thy fote to be moued, and he yt kepeth the, slepeth not.

³ Haue mercy vpo vs (o LORDE) haue mercy vpon vs, for we are vtterly despysed. ⁴ Oure soule is fylled wt the scornefull reprofe of the welthy, & with ye despitefulnesse of the proude.

⁴ Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge. ⁵ Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe. ⁶ Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me: ⁷ Brynge my soule out of preson, that I maye geue thakes vnto thy name: which thinge yf thou wilt graute me, then shal the rightuous resorte vnto my copany.

³ For 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. ⁴ Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.

¹¹ But the LORDES delyte is in them that feare him, and put their trust in his mercy.

³ A man ca not endure in vngodlynesse, but ye rote of ye righteous shal not be moued.

¹³ A mery herte maketh a chearfull countenaunce, but an vnquyet mynde maketh it heuy.

¹⁷ All the daies of his life also must he eate in the darcke, with greate carefulnesse, sicknesse & sorow.

² Beholde, God is my health, in whom I trust, and am not afrayde. For the LORDE God is my strength, and my prayse, he also shalbe my refuge.

² But yor my?dedes haue separated you from yor God, & yor synnes hyde his face from you, yt he heareth you not.

¹⁹ They shall fight agaynst the, but they shall not be able to ouercome the: for I am wt the, to delyuer the, saieth the LORDE.

¹⁸ Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:

¹⁸ Shall my heuynes endure for euer? Are my plages then so greate, yt they maye neuer be healed? Wilt thou be as a water, that falleth, and can not contynue?

³ In so moch as thou thoughtest thus (when thou wast writinge) Wo is me, the LORDE hath geuen me payne for my trauayle: I haue weeried my self wt sighinge, and shall I fynde no rest?

³⁹ In their heate I shal set drynke before the, & they shalbe droncken for ioye: Then shal they slepe an euerlastinge slepe, & neuer wake, saieth the LORDE.

⁵⁷ Yee (saieth the LORDE) I will make their prynces, their wyse men, their chefe rulers & all their worthies, droncke: so that they shal slepe an euerlastinge slepe, and neuer wake: Thus saieth the kinge, whose name is ye LORDE of hoostes.

⁵ Hir enemies are fallen vpon hir heade, & haue put her to shame: because the LORDE hath chastened her for hir greate wickednes: hir children are ledde awaye captiue before their enemie.

⁹ Hir skyrtes are defyled, she remebred not what wolde folowe: therfore is hir fall so greate, and there is no ma to comforte her. O LORDE, cosidre my trouble, for myne enemie hath the vpper honde.

¹⁶ Therfore do I wepe, and myne eyes gusshe out of water: for the coforter that shulde quycken me, is farre fro me. My children are dryuen awaye, for why? the enemie hath gotten the ouer honde.

¹ Call to remebraunce (O LORDE) what we haue suffred, cosidre and se oure cofucion.

²⁰ Wherfore wilt thou still forget vs, and forsake vs so longe?

¹² Yee and that thou also mayest be sure, that I the LORDE haue herde all thy despyteful wordes, which thou hast spoke agaynst the mountaynes of Israel, sayenge: Lo, they are made waist, and geuen vs to deuoure. ¹³ Thus with youre mouthes ye haue made youre boost agaynst me, yee & multiplied youre proude wordes agaynst me, which I haue herde altogether. ¹⁴ Where vnto, thus saieth ye LORDE God: when the whole worlde is in wealth, then wil I make the waist. ¹⁵ And like as thou (o mount Seir) wast glad, because the heretage of the house of Israel was destroyed: euen so wil I do vnto the also, that thou and whole Edom shall be destroyed, & knowe, that I am the LORDE.

⁸ O thou enemie of myne, reioyce not at my fall, for I shal get vp agayne: and though I syt in darcknesse, yet ye LORDE is my light. ⁹ I will beare the punishment of the LORDE (for why, I haue offended him) till he syt in iudgment vpon my cause, and se that I haue right. He wil bringe me forth to the light, and I shal se his rightuosnesse. ¹⁰ She that is myne enemy shall loke vpon it, & be confounded, which now saieth: Where is thy LORDE God? Myne eyes shal beholde her, when she shalbe troden downe, as the claye in the stretes.

¹⁸ But as for me, I wil be glad in the LORDE, and will reioyce in God my Sauioure.

³⁸ Then sayde Iesus vnto them: My soule is heuy euen vnto the death. Tary ye here, and watch with me.

⁴⁷ And my sprete reioyseth i God my Sauioure.

²⁰ And the shepherdes returned, praysinge and laudinge God, for all that they had herde and sene, euen as it was tolde them.

³² A light for the lightenynge of the Heythe, & for the prayse of yi people of Israel.

⁵³ I was daylie with you in the temple, and ye layed no handes vpon me. But this is youre houre, and the power of darknesse.

⁶ but because I haue sayde these thinges vnto you, youre hert is full of sorowe.

² that I haue greate heuynesse & contynuall sorowe in my hert.

¹⁴ Therfore sayeth he: Awake thou that slepest, and stonde vp fro the deed, and Christ shal geue the lighte.

²⁷ And no doute he was sicke, and that nye vnto death: but God had mercy on him, and not on him onely, but on me also, lest I shulde haue had sorowe vpon sorowe.

²¹ and kepe youre selues in the loue of God, lokinge for the mercy of oure LORDE Iesus Christ, vnto eternall life.

²³ and the cite hath no nede of the Sonne, nether of the mone to lyghten it. For the bryghtnes of God doth light it: and the lambe is the lyght of it.