Psalms 140:5 Cross References - Coverdale

⁵ The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.

⁹ His fote shalbe holden in the gilder, and the thurstie shal catch him.

⁴ The vngodly is so proude and full of indignacio, that he careth not: nether is God before his eyes. ⁵ His wayes are allwaye filthie, thy iudgmentes are farre out of his sight, he defyeth all his enemies. ⁶ For he sayeth in his herte: Tush, I shal neuer be cast downe, there shal no harme happe vnto me. His mouth is full of cursynge, fraude and disceate: vnder his toge is trauayle & sorow. ⁷ He sytteth lurkynge in the gardens, that he maye pryuely murthur the innocent, his eyes are set vpo the poore. ⁸ He lyeth waytinge secretly, as it were a lyon in his denne. He lurketh that he maye rauysh the poore, ⁹ yee to rauish the poore, when he hath gotten him in to his nett. ¹⁰ Then smyteth he, then oppresseth he & casteth downe the poore with his auctorite. 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.

⁸ Kepe me as the apple of an eye, defende me vnder the shadowe of thy wynges. ⁹ From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute. ¹⁰ Which manteyne their owne welthynesse with oppression, & their mouth speaketh proude thinges. ¹¹ They lye waytinge in or waye on euery syde, turnynge their eyes downe to the grounde. ¹² Like as a lyon that is gredy of his pray, & as it were a lyons whelpe lurckynge in his denne. ¹³ Vp LORDE, dispoynte him & cast him downe: delyuer my soule with thy swerde from the vngodly.

⁴ For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.

⁷ For they haue pryuely laied their nett to destroye me without a cause, yee and made a pitte for my soule, which I neuer deserued.

¹¹ O let not the fote of pryde ouertake me, O let not the hande of ye vngodly cast me downe.

⁶ Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.

⁶⁹ The proude ymagin lyes vpon me, but I kepe thy commaundemetes with my whole herte.

⁸⁵ The proude haue dygged pittes for me, which are not after thy lawe.

¹¹⁰ The vngodly haue laied a snare for me, but yet swarue not I fro thy comaundemetes.

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.

⁹ But myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule. ¹⁰ Kepe me fro ye snare which they haue layed for me, and fro the trappes of the wicked doers. Let the vngodly fall in to their owne nettes together, vntill I be gone by them.

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.

⁵ Who so flatreth his neghbor, layeth a nette for his fete.

¹⁸ Then sayde they: come, let vs ymagin somthinge agaynst this Ieremy. Yee this dyd euen the prestes, to whom ye lawe was commytted: the Senatours, yt were the wysest: and the prophetes, which wanted not ye worde off God. Come (sayde they) let vs cut out his tuge, and let vs not regarde his wordes.

²⁰ Do they not recompence euell for good, when they dygg a pyt for my soule? Remembre, how that I stode before the, to speake for the, ad to turne awaye thy wrath from them.

²² Let 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.

⁵³ Whan he spake thus vnto them, the scrybes and Pharyses beganne to preasse sore vpon him, and to stoppe his mouth with many questions, ⁵⁴ and layed wayte for him, and sought to hunte out some thinge out of his mouth, that they might accuse him.

²⁰ And they watched hi, & sent forth spyes, which shulde fayne the selues perfecte, that they might take him in his wordes, to delyuer him vnto the power and auctorite of ye debite. ²¹ And they axed him, & sayde: Master, we knowe that thou sayest & teachest right, and regardest the outwarde appearauce of no man, but teachest the waye of God truly. ²² Is it laufull, that we geue tribute vnto the Emperoure, or not? ²³ But he perceaued their craftynes, and sayde vnto them: Why tepte ye me?