Psalms 69:14 Cross References - Coverdale

¹⁴ Heare me (o God) with thy greate mercy & sure helpe.

¹⁸ Loke vpon my aduersite and misery, and forgeue me all my synnes. ¹⁹ Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.

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.

¹ I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge. ² He brought me out of the horrible pitte, out of the myre and claye: he set my fete vpo the rocke, and ordred my goinges. ³ He hath put a new songe in my mouth, euen a thankesgeuynge vnto oure God. Many men seynge this, shal feare the LORDE, & put their trust in him.

² My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?

⁷ The LORDE hath promised his louynge kyndnesse daylie, therfore wil I prayse him in the night season, and make my prayer vnto ye God of my life.

¹ Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule. ² I sticke fast in the depe myre, where no grounde is: I am come into depe waters, and the floudes wil drowne me.

¹⁵ Take me out of the myre, yt I syncke not: Oh let me be delyuered fro the yt hate me, & out of ye depe waters.

³ For the loue that I had vnto them, they take now my contrary parte, but I geue my self vnto prayer.

²¹ O delyuer me, for I am helplesse & poore, & my herte is wounded within me,

⁴ The depe waters of the proude had gone eue vnto oure soule. ⁵ But praysed be ye LORDE, which hath not geuen vs ouer for a pray vnto their teth.

⁷ Sende downe thine hande from aboue, delyuer me and take me out of ye greate waters, from the hande of straunge childre.

⁶ Then toke they Ieremy, and cast him in to the dongeon off Malchias the sonne off Amalech, that dwelt in the fore entre off the preson. And they let downe Ieremy wt coardes in to a dongeon, where there was no water, but myre. ⁷ So Ieremy stack fast in the myre. Now when Abdemelech the Morian beynge a chamberlayne in the kynges courte, vnderstode, that they had cast Ieremy in to the dongeon: ⁸ he went out off the kynges house, and spake to the kynge (which the sat vnder the porte off Ben Iamin) these wordes: ⁹ My lorde the kynge, where as these men medle with Ieremy the prophet, they do him wronge: Namely, in that they haue put him in preson, there to dye of honger, for there is no more bred in the cite. ¹⁰ The the kynge commauded Abdemelech the Morian, and sayde: Take from hece xxx. men whom thou wilt, & drawe vp Ieremy the prophet out of the dongeon, before he dye. ¹¹ So Abdemelech toke the men wt him, & went to ye house of Amalech, & there vnder an almery he gat olde ragges & worne cloutes, & let the downe by a coarde, in to the dongeon to Ieremy. ¹² And Abdemelech the Morian sayde vnto the prophet Ieremy: O put these ragges and cloutes vnder thine arme holes, betwixte the and the coardes: ad Ieremy dyd so. ¹³ So they drewe vp Ieremy with coardes and toke him out of the dongeon, and he remayned in the fore entrie of the preson.

⁵⁵ I called vpon thy name (O LORDE) out of the depe pitte.

³⁴ & sayde vnto the: My soule is heuy eue vnto ye death: tary ye here and watch. ³⁵ And he wente forth a litle, fell vpon the grounde and prayed, that, (yf it were possyble) ye houre might passe fro him, ³⁶ and sayde: Abba, my father, all thinges are possyble vnto the, take this cuppe awaye fro me: Neuertheles not what I wyl, but what thou wilt. ³⁷ And he came vnto them, and founde the slepynge, and sayde vnto Peter: Symon, slepest thou? Couldest thou not watch with me one houre? ³⁸ Watch and praye, that ye fal not in to temptacion. The sprete is wyllinge, but ye flesh is weake. ³⁹ And he wete forth agayne, and prayde, and spake the same wordes, ⁴⁰ and returned, and founde them slepynge agayne: for their eyes were heuy, & they knewe not what they shulde answere him. ⁴¹ And he came the thirde tyme, and sayde vnto them: Slepe on now, and take youre rest, It is ynough, the houre is come: beholde, ye sonne of man shalbe delyuered in to the handes of synners: ⁴² aryse, let vs be goynge. Beholde, he is at hande, that betrayeth me.

³⁴ And aboute ye nyenth houre Iesus cried loude, and sayde: Eli, Eli, lamma asabthani? which is interpreted: My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

¹⁴ But his citesyns hated him, and sent a message after him, and sayde: We wil not haue this man to raigne ouer vs.

²⁷ As for those myne enemies, which wolde not that I shulde raigne ouer them, bringe them hither, and slaye them before me.

³⁰ The God of oure fathers hath raysed vp Iesus, who ye slewe, and hanged on tre. ³¹ Him hath the righte hande of God exalted, to be a prynce and Sauioure, to geue repentaunce and forgeuenesse of synnes vnto Israel.