1 Samuel 24:3 Cross References - Great

³ And he cam to the flockes of shepe in the waye. And Saul went in to a caue to couer his fete. And Dauid and hys men remayned in the inward partes of the caue.

²⁴ When he was gone out, hys seruauntes came, and whan they sawe that the dores of the parler were locked, they sayde: peraduenture he couereth hys fete in hys somer chamber.

¹ To the chaunter destroye not: The badges or armes of Dauid, when he fled from Saul into the caue. Be mercyfull vnto me (O God) be mercyfull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in the: and vnder the shadowe of thy winges shalbe my refuge vntyll this tyrannye be ouer past. ² I wil cal vnto the most hye God, euen to the God that shall perfourme the cause which I haue in hande. ³ He shall sende from heauen, and saue me from the reprofe of hym that wold eate me vp. Sela. God shall sende forth hys mercy & treuth. ⁴ My soule is among lyons and I lye euen amonge the chyldren of men (that are sett on fyre) whose tethe are speares and arowes, and their tonge a sherp swearde. ⁵ Set vp thy self (O God) aboue the heauens, and thy glorye aboue all the earth. ⁶ They haue layed a nett for my fete, and pressed downe my soule: they haue dygged a pytt before me, and are fallen into the myddes of it them selues. Sela. ⁷ My herte is fyxed (O God) my herte is fyxed: I wyll synge and geue prayse. ⁸ Awake, O my glory, awake lute and harpe, I my selfe wyll a wake ryght early. ⁹ I wyll geue thankes vnto the (O Lorde) among the people, and I wyll synge vnto the amonge the nacyons. ¹⁰ For the greatnes of thy mercy reacheth vnto the heauens, and thy treuth vnto the cloudes. ¹¹ Sett vp thy selfe (O God) aboue the heauens, & thy glory aboue all the earth.

⁶ But let not ther preciouse balmes: breake myne heed: yee, I wyll praye yet agaynste theyr wyckednesse.

¹ The instruccyon of Dauid, a prayer whan he was in the caue. I Cryed vnto the Lorde wt my voyce: yee, euen vnto the Lorde dyd I make my supplicacyon. I powred out my complayntes before hym, and shewed hym of my trouble. ² When my sprete was in heuynesse, thou knewest my path: in the waye wherin I walked haue they preuely layed a snare for me. ³ I loked also vpon my right hande, and se, there was no man that wolde knowe me. I had no place to flee vnto, and no man cared for my soule. ⁴ I cryed vnto the, O Lorde, and sayde: thou arte my hope, and my porcyon in the lande of the lyuynge. ⁵ Consydre my complaynte: for I am brought very lowe. ⁶ O delyuer me from my persecutours: for they are to stronge for me. ⁷ Brynge my soule out of preson, that I maye geue thankes vnto thy name: which thynge yf thou wylt graunte me, then shall the ryghteous resorte vnto my company.