To you my soul takes refuge
(1 Samuel 22:1-5; Psalm 108:1-13; Psalm 142:1-7)
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To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of David on Michtam. When he fled from Saul in the cave. Have mercie vpon me, O God, haue mercie vpon me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and in the shadowe of thy wings wil I trust, till these afflictions ouerpasse.
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I will call vnto the most high God, euen to the God, that performeth his promise toward me.
3
He will send from heauen, and saue me from the reproofe of him that would swallowe me. Selah. God wil send his mercy, and his trueth.
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My soule is among lions: I lie among the children of men, that are set on fire: whose teeth are speares and arrowes, and their tongue a sharpe sworde.
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Exalt thy selfe, O God, aboue the heauen, and let thy glory be vpon all the earth.
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They haue layd a net for my steps: my soule is pressed downe: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the mids of it. Selah.
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Mine heart is prepared, O God, mine heart is prepared: I will sing and giue prayse.
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Awake my tongue, awake viole and harpe: I wil awake early.
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I will prayse thee, O Lord, among the people, and I wil sing vnto thee among the nations.
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For thy mercie is great vnto the heauens, and thy trueth vnto the cloudes.
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Exalt thy selfe, O God, aboue the heauens, and let thy glory be vpon all the earth.