Psalms 118:18
The Lorde hath greatly chastened me: but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
The Lorde hath greatly chastened me: but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
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17I shall not as yet dye, but I shal liue: and I wyll declare the workes of the Lorde.
19Open me the gates of ryghteousnesse, I wyll enter in by them: that I may geue thankes vnto the Lorde.
7Returne O my soule vnto thy rest: for God hath rewarded thee.
8For thou O Lorde hast deliuered my soule from death: myne eyes from teares, and my feete from fallyng.
9I wyll walke before the face of God: in the lande of the lyuyng.
13Thou hast thrust sore at me, that I might fall: but God dyd ayde me
3The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,
1A psalme of Dauid to reduce in remembraunce. Rebuke me not O God in thyne anger: neither chasten me in thy heauie displeasure.
13Haue mercy on me O God: consider the trouble whiche I suffer of them that hate me, lift me vp from the gates of death.
2O God my Lord I cryed vnto thee: and thou hast healed me.
3Thou God hast raysed vp my soule from the graue: thou hast preserued my life from them that go downe into ye pit.
4The panges of death haue compassed me about: and the outragiousnes of the wicked haue astonyed me with feare.
5The panges of a graue haue compassed me about: the snares of death ouertoke me.
1To the chiefe musition on Neginoth vpon eyght, a psalme of Dauid. O God rebuke me not in thine indignation: neither chasten me in thy wrath.
14All the day long I haue ben scourged: and chastened euery mornyng.
21Because I had kept the wayes of God: and had not wickedly shronke from my God.
5For the panges of death closed me about: the fludes of Belial put me in feare.
6The sorowes of hell compassed me about, the snares of death ouertoke me.
7I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
8Thou hast not shut me vp into the hande of the enemie: but hast set my feete in a large roome.
24Therefore chasten thou me O Lord, but with fauour, and not in thy wrath, lest thou bring me vtterly to naught.
16O Lorde, to all those that shall lyue hereafter, yea to all men shall it be knowen, that euen in those yeres I haue a ioyfull lyfe, and that it was thou that causedst me to sleepe agayne, thou hast geuen lyfe to me.
12Blessed is the man O Lorde, whom thou wylt chasten: and whom thou wylt instruct in thy lawe.
2They haue troubled me often from my youth vp: but they haue not preuayled against me.
19He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
22For I haue kept the wayes of ye Lord: and did not wickedly agaynst my God.
107I am troubled aboue measure: quicken me O God accordyng vnto thy worde.
18They preuented me in the day of my trouble: but God was vnto me a sure stay.
19Great are the troubles of the righteous: but God deliuereth him out of all.
67Before I felt affliction I swarued out of the way: but nowe I kepe thy word.
50That same is my comfort in my affliction: for thy worde maketh me to lyue.
31Surely of God onely it can be saide, I haue pardoned, I wyll not destroy.
4My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
20Consider (O Lorde) howe I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my heart turneth about in me, and I am full of heauinesse, because I rebelled stubburnly: the sworde hurteth me without, and within I am lyke vnto death.
13If I had not beleued veryly to see the goodnes of God in the lande of the liuing: their spite had kylled me.
15The death of his saintes: is precious in the eyes of God.
18But we wyll prayse the Lord: from this tyme foorth for euermore. Prayse ye the Lorde.
5I called vpon the Lorde beyng in distresse: and the Lorde hath hearde me at large.
6God is with me: I wyll not feare what man can do vnto me.
21I wyll thanke thee for that thou hast heard me: and art become my saluation.
22And when I fled with al haste, I said I am cast out of the sight of thine eyes: neuerthelesse, thou heardest the voyce of my prayer when I cryed vnto thee.
11Withdrawe not thou thy mercie from me O God: let thy louyng kyndnesse and thy trueth alway preserue me.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
23Sure I am that thou wilt bryng me vnto death, euen to the lodging that is due vnto all men liuing.
13Oh spare me a litle, that I may recouer my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seene.
5Gratious is God and ryghteous: our Lorde is mercifull.
15I am in miserie, I labour euen from my youth with the panges of death: I haue suffered thy terrours, and I am styll in doubt.
6I went downe to the bottome of the mountaines, the earth with her barres was about me for euer: yet hast thou brought vp my lyfe from corruption, O Lorde my God.
1I am the man that thorowe the rodde of his wrath haue experience of miserie.
10I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.