Psalms 131:1
A song of high degrees (made) of Dauid. O God I am not hygh mynded, I haue no proude lokes: I haue not vsed to walke in greater & waightier matters then I ought to do.
A song of high degrees (made) of Dauid. O God I am not hygh mynded, I haue no proude lokes: I haue not vsed to walke in greater & waightier matters then I ought to do.
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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.
6 For though God be on high: yet he will haue respect vnto the lowly, and he wyll knowe the proude a farre of.
4 God is high aboue all Heathen: and his glory aboue the heauens.
5 Who is like vnto God our Lord that dwelleth on hygh aboue all:
6 and yet humbleth him selfe to beholde the thinges that are in heauen and in earth?
6 The knowledge that thou hast of me is marueylous: it is so high that I can not attayne vnto it.
3 Talke no more proudly, let not arrogancie come out of your mouthes: for the Lorde is a God of knowledge, and his purposes come to passe.
1 A song of high degrees. I lyft vp myne eyes vnto thee: who dwellest in heauen.
1 Of Dauid. Iudge thou me O God, for I haue walked in my perfection: my trust also hath ben in God therfore I shall not fall.
1 A psalme of Dauid. God is my sheephearde, therfore I can lacke nothyng:
1 I lyft vp my soule vnto thee O God,
1 A song of high degrees. I will lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles: from whence my helpe shall come.
11 O let not the foote of pryde reache vnto me: and let not the hande of the vngodly make me to moue out of my place
1 The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.
2 Thou hast sayde O my soule vnto God, thou art my Lorde: my weldoing can do thee no good.
23 Searche me to the quicke O Lorde, and knowe thou myne heart: proue me and knowe thou my thoughtes.
25 Whom haue I in heauen but thee? and there is none vpon earth that I desire besides thee.
1 A psalme whiche is a song of the dedication of the house of Dauid. I wyll exalt thee O God, for thou hast exalted me: and hast not made my foes to triumph ouer me.
13 Kepe thy seruaunt also from presumptuous sinnes let them not raigne ouer me: so I shall be perfect & voyde from all haynous offence.
14 Let the wordes of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy sight O God: my strength and my redeemer.
4 Inclyne not myne heart to any euyll thyng, wherby I myght commit any vngodly act with men that be workers of iniquitie: and let me not eate of their delicates.
2 My soule shal glory in God: the humble shall heare therof and be glad.
16 Wheras I neuerthelesse obediently folowed thee as a sheephearde, & haue not vncalled taken this office vpon me, this knowest thou well: my wordes also were ryght before thee.
4 O God make me to knowe mine ende, and the number of my dayes: that I may be certified howe long I haue to lyue.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. O God thou hast searched me to the quicke: and thou hast knowen me.
1 To the chiefe musition vpon Nehiloth, a psalme of Dauid. Geue eare vnto my wordes O God: vnderstande thou my pensifnesse.
22 Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
5 Set not vp your horne an high: and speake not with a stiffe necke.
1 Geue praise not vnto vs O God, not vnto vs, but vnto thy name: for thy louing mercy, and for thy truethes sake.
1 A song of high degrees. Out of the deepe I haue called vnto thee O God: O Lorde heare my voyce.
2 Let thine eares be attentiue: vnto the voyce of my petition for grace.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
3 But thou O God art a buckler for me: thou art my worship, and the lifter vp of my head.
15 Myne eyes be alwayes turned vnto God: for he wyll take my feete out of the net.
11 The high lookes of man shalbe brought lowe, and the hautinesse of men shalbe bowed downe: and the Lorde alone shalbe exalted in that day.
15 For thus saith the hye and excellent, euen he that dwelleth in euerlastingnesse, whose name is the holy one: I dwell hye aboue and in the sanctuarie, and with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirite do I dwell, that I may heale a troubled minde, and a contrite heart.
4 Lest myne enemie say, I haue preuayled agaynst hym: lest they that trouble me reioyce yf I shoulde be remoued.
1 To 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.
3 Haue mercy vpon vs O God, haue mercy vpon vs: for we haue suffered enough of dispite.
1 A song, the psalme of Dauid. My heart is redye O Lorde: I wyll sing & prayse thee in singing of psalmes, yea my glory also is redie.
1 To the chiefe musition (on the instrument) Sosannim (to be song of the) children of Corach. A song of loue, geuyng wise instructions. My heart is endityng of a good matter: I wyll dedicate my workes vnto the king, my tongue is as the penne of a redy writer.
9 Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
1 To the chiefe musition vpon Gittith, a psalme of Dauid. O God our Lorde, howe excellent is thy name in all the earth? for that thou hast set thy glory aboue the heauens.
51 The proude haue had me exceedingly in derision: yet I haue not shrinked from thy lawe.
6 God gardeth the simple: I was brought to the extremitie, and he preserued me.
12 Truely he was not mine enemie that hath done me this dishonour, for then I coulde haue borne it: neither was he one that seemed to hate me that dyd magnifie hym selfe against me, for then I woulde haue hyd my selfe from him.
22 And 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.
8 Remoue farre fro me vanitie and lyes, geue me neither pouertie nor riches, only graunt me a necessary lyuyng:
3 O God, what is man that thou doest knowe hym? what is the sonne of man that thou doest thynke of hym?
4 Many shall see it, and feare: and shall put their trust in God.