Verse 2

My soule hath a desyre & loginge for ye courte of ye LORDE, my hert & my flesh reioyse in ye lyuynge God.

Referenced Verses

• Ps 42:1-2 : 1 Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God? 2 My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?
• Ps 73:26 : 26 My flesh and my herte fayleth, but God is the strength of my hert, and my porcion for euer.
• Ps 143:6 : 6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
• Ps 119:81 : 81 My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde.
• Ps 63:1-2 : 1 O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the. 2 My soule thursteth for the, my flesh longeth after the in a bare & drie lode, where no water is.
• Isa 26:9 : 9 My soule lusteth after the all the night loge, & my mynde haisteth frely to the. For as soone as thy iudgment is knowne to the worlde, the the inhabitours of the earth lerne rightuousnesse.
• Isa 64:1 : 1 O that thou woldest cleue the heauen in sonder, & come downe: that the mountaynes might melt awaye at thy presence,
• Ps 119:20 : 20 My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.
• Job 23:3 : 3 O that I might se him & fynde him: O that I might come before his seate,
• Song 2:4-5 : 4 He bryngeth me in to his wyne seller, and loueth me specially well. 5 Refresh me wt grapes, coforte me with apples, for I am sick of loue.
• Song 5:8 : 8 I charge you therfore (o ye doughters of Ierusalem) yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell him, how that I am sick for loue.