Psalms 63:7
In my bedde wil I remembre ye, & whe I wake, my talkynge shalbe of the.
In my bedde wil I remembre ye, & whe I wake, my talkynge shalbe of the.
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3 Oh set me vp vpo an hye rocke. For thou art my hope, a stronge tower for me agaynst the enemie.
4 I will dwell in thy tabernacle for euer, that I maye be safe vnder the couerynge of thy wynges.
5 Sela. For thou (o LORDE) hast herde my desyres, thou hast geuen an heretage vnto those that feare thy name.
2 My soule thursteth for the, my flesh longeth after the in a bare & drie lode, where no water is.
3 Thus do I loke for the in thy Sactuary, that I might beholde yi power & glory.
4 For thy louynge kyndnesse is better then life, my lyppes shal prayse the.
5 As loge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name.
6 My soule is satisfied eue as it were with marry & fatnesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioyfull lippes.
1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) be mercifull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in ye: & vnder the shadowe of thy wynges shalbe my refuge, vntill wickednesse be ouerpast.
8 For thou hast bene my helper, & vnder the shadowe of yi wynges wil I reioyse.
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 As for me, I wil synge of thy power, ad prayse thy mercy betymes in the mornynge: for thou art my defence and refuge in the tyme of my trouble.
17 Vnto the (o my strength) wil I synge, for thou (o God) art my defence, and my merciful God.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
4 He shal couer the vnder his wynges, that thou mayest be safe vnder his fethers: his faithfulnesse and trueth shal be thy shylde and buckler.
7 Shewe yi maruelous louinge kindnesse, thou that sauest them which put their trust in the, from soch as resist thy right honde.
8 Kepe me as the apple of an eye, defende me vnder the shadowe of thy wynges.
5 But my trust is in thy mercy, and my hert is ioyfull in thy sauynge health.
7 Praysed be ye LORDE, for he hath herde the voyce of my humble peticio.
9 My stregth do I ascrybe vnto the, for thou (o God) art my defender.
9 For thou LORDE art my hope, thou hast set thy house of defence very hye.
1 I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me.
7 In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.
7 Sela. For this shal euery saynte make his prayer vnto the in due season, therfore shall not the greate water floudes come nye him.
2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
13 They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.
9 Euen there also shal thy honde lede me, and thy right hande shal holde me.
3 Sela But thou (o LORDE) art my defender, my worshipe, ad the lifter vp of my heade.
6 Lo, then wolde I get me awaye farre of, and remayne in the wildernesse.
6 I am become a wonder vnto the multitude, but my sure trust is in the.
7 Oh let my mouth be fylled with thy prayse & honoure all the daye loge.
1 In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
3 Neuerthelesse, whe I am afrayed, I put my trust in the.
17 Their delite is in thy name all the daye longe, and thorow thy rightuousnesse they shalbe exalted.
5 For in the tyme of trouble he hath hyd me in his tabernacle, yee in the secrete place of his dwellinge hath he kepte and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone.
7 Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
7 Though I walke i ye myddest of trouble, yet shalt thou refresh me: thou shalt stretch forth thine hade vpo the furiousnes of myne enemies, & yi righthande shal saue me.
35 Thou hast geue me the defence of thy health, thy right hande vpholdeth me, and thy louynge correccion maketh me greate.
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
29 For thou O LORDE art my lanterne. The LORDE shal lighte my darknesse.
2 He shal saye vnto ye LORDE: o my hope, & my stronge holde, my God, in who I wil trust.
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.
11 Agayne, let all them that put their trust in the, reioyse: yee let them euer be geuynge of thankes, because thou defendest them: that they which loue thy name, maye be ioyfull in the.
23 My tonge talketh of thy rightuousnesse all the daye longe,
3 Delyuer me (o my God) out of ye hade of the vngodly, out of the hande of the vnrightuous & cruell man.
4 For thou LORDE hast made me glad thorow thy workes, and I wil reioyse ouer the operacion of thy hondes.
21 So shal oure herte reioyse in him, because we haue hoped in his holy name.
3 God is my strength, in him wyl I put my trust: my shylde & the horne of my saluacion, my defence & my refuge, my Sauioure, thou shalt helpe me from violent wronge.