Psalms 116:7
Returne O my soule vnto thy rest: for God hath rewarded thee.
Returne O my soule vnto thy rest: for God hath rewarded thee.
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8 For thou O Lorde hast deliuered my soule from death: myne eyes from teares, and my feete from fallyng.
2 Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
3 My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
4 Turne thee O God, and deliuer my soule: Oh saue me for thy mercies sake.
4 but I called vpon the name of God: saying O God, I beseche thee deliuer my soule
5 Gratious is God and ryghteous: our Lorde is mercifull.
6 God gardeth the simple: I was brought to the extremitie, and he preserued me.
6 I wyll syng to God, because he hath rewarded me.
7 I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
1 Prayse ye the Lord, prayse thou God O my soule, whylest I lyue I wyll prayse God: I wyll syng psalmes vnto my Lorde so long as I shalbe.
58 Thou (O Lorde) hast mayntayned the cause of my soule, and hast redeemed my lyfe.
13 For great is thy mercy towarde me: and thou hast deliuered my soule from the lowest part of hell.
2 Thou hast sayde O my soule vnto God, thou art my Lorde: my weldoing can do thee no good.
4 Comfort the soule of thy seruaunt: for vnto thee O Lord do I lift vp my soule.
18 He hath redeemed my soule through peace from the battayle that was against me: for there were many with me.
1 I lyft vp my soule vnto thee O God,
4 I sayde, O God be mercifull vnto me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned agaynst thee.
2 O God my Lord I cryed vnto thee: and thou hast healed me.
3 Thou God hast raysed vp my soule from the graue: thou hast preserued my life from them that go downe into ye pit.
1 Blesse God O my soule: and all that is within me prayse his holy name.
2 Blesse God O my soule: and forget not all his benefites.
12 What rewarde shal I geue vnto God: for all the benefites that he hath done vnto me?
24 The Lorde is my portion saith my soule therefore wyll I hope in hym.
9 And my soule shalbe ioyfull in God: it shall reioyce in his saluation.
5 I layde me downe and slept: and I rose vp agayne, for God sustayned me.
17 Beholde, bitter as gall was my pensiuenesse, so sore longed I for health, and it was thy pleasure to deliuer my lyfe from the filthy pit: for thou it is O Lorde that hast cast all my sinnes behynde thy backe.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of the sonnes of Corach. O God, thou art become gracious vnto thy land: thou hast brought Iacob agayne home out of captiuitie.
2 Nay I haue restrayned my soule, and kept it lowe like a chylde that is weaned from his mother: yea my soule is within me as a weaned chylde.
5 Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I will yet acknowledge him only to be a present saluation.
65 Teth O God thou hast dealt gratiouslye with thy seruaunt: according vnto thy worde.
19 In the multitude of my cogitations from the bottome of my heart: thy comfortes dyd recreate my soule.
8 I wyll lay me downe in peace and take my rest: for thou God only makest me to dwell in safetie.
7 When my soule fainted within me, I remembred the Lorde, and my prayer came in vnto thee into thy holy temple.
4 Who redeemeth thy lyfe from destruction: and crowneth thee with mercie and louyng kyndnesse.
25 For I shall feede the hungry soule, and refreshe all faynt heartes.
18 The Lorde hath greatly chastened me: but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
6 Blessed be God: for he hath hearde the voyce of mine humble petitions.
10 Heare me O God, and haue mercy vppon me: O God be thou my helper.
7 Bryng my soule out of prison, that I may prayse thy name: the ryghteous shal compasse me rounde about, because thou hast thus rewarded me.
5 Into thy hande I commende my spirite: for thou hast redeemed me O God the Lorde of trueth.
1 My soule blesse thou God: O God my Lord thou art become exceeding great, thou hast put on glory and maiestie.
7 God wyll preserue thee from all euill: he wyll preserue thy soule.
1 To the chiefe musition (to be song lyke vnto the song beginning) destroy not, a golden psalme of Dauid, when he fled from Saul into the caue. Be mercifull vnto me O Lorde, be mercifull vnto me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and vnder the shadowe of thy wynges wyll I trust, vntyll this tiranny be ouerpast.
5 I cryed vnto thee O God, and sayde: thou art my hope and my portion in the lande of the lyuyng.
10 But be thou mercifull vnto me O God: rayse me vp agayne, and I shall rewarde them.
9 Wherfore my heart is glad: my glory reioyceth, my fleshe also shall rest in a securitie.
11 Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wil yet acknowledge him to be only my present saluation, and my Lorde.
5 Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wyll yet acknowledge hym to be only my present saluation, & my Lorde.
11 For thy names sake O God thou wilt cause me to lyue: and for thy righteousnesse sake thou wilt bryng my soule out of trouble.
4 Remember me O God according to the fauour that thou bearest vnto thy people: O visite me with thy saluation.