Psalms 143:6
I stretche foorth myne handes vnto thee: my soule as a thirstie lande gaspeth vnto thee. Selah.
I stretche foorth myne handes vnto thee: my soule as a thirstie lande gaspeth vnto thee. Selah.
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1A psalme of Dauid when he was in the wyldernesse of Iuda. O Lorde thou art my Lorde: early in the morning I do seeke thee. My soule thirsteth for thee: my fleshe also longeth after thee in a baren and drye lande where no water is.
1To the chiefe musition a wise instruction of the sonnes of Corach. Lyke as the Hart brayeth for water brookes: so panteth my soule after thee O God.
2My soule is a thirst for the Lorde, yea euen for the lyuyng Lorde: when shall I come to appeare before the face of the Lorde?
7Make speede, hearken vnto me O God, my spirite waxeth faynt: hyde not thy face from me, for I am lyke vnto them that go downe into the pyt.
8Cause me to heare of thy louyng kindnesse betymes in the mornyng: for in thee is my trust. Make me to knowe the way that I shoulde walke in: for I lyft vp my soule vnto thee.
2My soule hath a desire and a longing to enter into the courtes of God: my heart and my flesh leapeth with ioy for to go to the liuing Lorde.
4For thy hande is heauie vpon me day and night: and my moysture is like the drouth in sommer. Selah.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
5I call to remembraunce the tyme long past: I muse vpon euery act of thine, I exercise my study on the worke of thy handes.
3I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
8My soule cleaueth fast vnto thee: thy right hande hath vpholden me.
2In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
1A Psalme of Dauid. O God I call vpon thee, haste thee vnto me: geue eare vnto my voyce whylest I crye vnto thee.
2Let my prayer be directed before thy face as an incense: let the liftyng vp of mine handes be an euenyng sacrifice.
14I am as it were into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
25Daleth My soule cleaueth to the dust: reuiue thou me accordyng to thy worde.
9My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.
131I opened my mouth and panted: for I bare a great affection to thy commaundementes.
2Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
3My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
2Heare the voyce of my humble petitions when I crye vnto thee: when I holde vp my handes towarde thy holy place where thy arke is.
20My soule faynteth: for the very feruent desire that it hath alwaye vnto thy iudgementes.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
7When my soule fainted within me, I remembred the Lorde, and my prayer came in vnto thee into thy holy temple.
4but I called vpon the name of God: saying O God, I beseche thee deliuer my soule
4My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
5Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
1To the chiefe musition vpon Neginoth of Dauid. Heare my crying O Lorde: geue eare vnto my prayer.
2From the endes of the earth I wyll call vnto thee when my heart is in heauines: oh set me vp on the rocke that is higher then I.
6I call vpon thee O God, for thou wilt heare me: incline thine eare to me, hearken vnto my wordes.
9Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
16Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
28My soule melteth away for very heauinesse: comfort thou me accordyng to thy worde.
8For mine eyes loke vnto thee O God the Lorde: in thee is my trust, cast not my soule out of me.
8My heart hath sayde vnto thee according to this thy commaundement seeke ye my face: thy face O God wyll I seeke.
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
6I haue sayde vnto God, thou art my Lorde: heare the voyce of my prayers O God.
11For thy names sake O God thou wilt cause me to lyue: and for thy righteousnesse sake thou wilt bryng my soule out of trouble.
5My soule is satisfied euen as it were with mary and fatnes: and my mouth prayseth thee with ioyfull lippes.
9My soule hath longed for thee all the night, and with my spirite whiche is within me wyll I seeke thee early in the morning: For when thy iudgementes are in the earth, the inhabiters of the worlde shall learne righteousnesse.
6My Lorde, my soule is discouraged within me: because I remember thee from the lande of Iordane, and from the litle hyll Hermonim.
6My soule lifteth more after God, then watchmen do after the morning: I say more then watchmen do after the mornyng.
5they were hungry and thirstie, their soule fainted in them.
6I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares.
4When I loked vpon my ryght hande and sawe rounde about me there was no man that woulde knowe me: I had no place to flee vnto, and no man cared for my soule.
5I cryed vnto thee O God, and sayde: thou art my hope and my portion in the lande of the lyuyng.
1A song of high degrees. Out of the deepe I haue called vnto thee O God: O Lorde heare my voyce.
15Loke downe then from heauen, and beholde from the dwelling place of thy sanctuarie and thy glorie: Howe is it that thy gelousie, thy strength, the multitude of thy mercies, and thy louing kindnesse wyll not be intreated of vs?
1I lyft vp my soule vnto thee O God,