Psalms 131:2
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.
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.
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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.
13 Then should I nowe haue lyen stil, I shoulde haue slept, and ben at rest,
7 Returne O my soule vnto thy rest: for God hath rewarded thee.
2 I became dumbe through scilence, I helde my peace from speakyng of good wordes: but the more was my sorowe increased.
5 I haue wayted for God, my soule haue wayted for hym: and I haue reposed my trust in his worde.
6 My soule lifteth more after God, then watchmen do after the morning: I say more then watchmen do after the mornyng.
3 O Israel repose thou thy trust in God: from this time foorth for euermore.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
14 I haue long holden my peace saith the Lorde I haue ben styll and refrained my selfe, but now I wyll crie like a trauayling woman, and at once wyll I destroy and deuour.
15 What shall I say? The Lorde hath made a promise to me, yea and he hym selfe hath perfourmed it: I shall therefore so long as I lyue remember this bitternesse of my lyfe.
14 I kept them company whersoeuer they went, as though they had ben my frende or brother: I went heauyly, as one that mourned for his mother.
2 Out of the mouth of very babes and sucklinges thou hast layde the foundation of thy strength for thyne aduersaries sake: that thou mightest styll the enemie and the auenger.
6 My soule hath dwelt long: with hym that hateth peace.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. I wayted patiently vpon God, and he enclined vnto me his eare: and heard my crying.
10 Be styll then, and knowe that I am the Lorde: I wyll be exalted among the heathen, I wyll be exalted in the earth.
2 He hath made my mouth lyke a sharpe sworde, vnder the shadowe of his hande hath he defended me, and hid me in his quiuer as a good arrowe,
1 To the chiefe musition vpon Iudethun, a psalme of Dauid. My soule truly only stayeth vpon the Lorde: for of him commeth my saluation.
3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
17 If God had not ben an ayde vnto me: it had not fayled much but my soule had dwelled in silence.
20 Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me.
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.
18 And my people shall dwell in the innes of peace, and in sure dwellynges, in safe places of comfort.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. In God I put my trust: howe say ye then to my soule, that she shoulde flee as a byrde from your hyll.
20 Consider (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.
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
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.
6 Through thee haue I ben mayntayned euer since I was borne: thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, my praise shalbe alway of thee.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
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.
9 But thou art he that tokest me out of my mothers wombe: thou causedst me to trust in thee, suckyng my mothers breastes.
8 I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
3 My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
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.
3 For when I my selfe was my fathers deare sonne, and tenderly beloued of my mother:
18 (For from my youth it hath growen vp with me as with a father, and from my mothers wombe I haue ben guyde to the wydowe)
13 For lyke as a chylde is comforted of his mother: so shall I comfort you, and ye shalbe comforted in Hierusalem.
1 I lyft vp my soule vnto thee O God,
14 This is sayeth he my rest for euer: heare I wyll dwell, for I haue a desire to it.
5 Neuerthelesse O my soule, stay thou only vpon the Lorde: for my confidence is in him.
14 But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
5 I layde me downe and slept: and I rose vp agayne, for God sustayned me.
7 And therfore the whole worlde is nowe at rest and quietnesse, and men sing for ioy.
11 When I was a chylde, I spake as a childe, I vnderstode as a childe, I imagined as a chylde: But assoone as I was a man, I put away chyldishnesse.
25 For I shall feede the hungry soule, and refreshe all faynt heartes.
24 The Lorde is my portion saith my soule therefore wyll I hope in hym.
8 I wyll lay me downe in peace and take my rest: for thou God only makest me to dwell in safetie.
16 Or why was not I hyd, as a thing borne out of tune, either as young children which neuer sawe the light?