Psalms 25:1
I lyft vp my soule vnto thee O God,
I lyft vp my soule vnto thee O God,
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4 Comfort the soule of thy seruaunt: for vnto thee O Lord do I lift vp my soule.
1 A song of high degrees. I lyft vp myne eyes vnto thee: who dwellest in heauen.
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.
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.
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 A song of high degrees. I will lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles: from whence my helpe shall come.
8 For mine eyes loke vnto thee O God the Lorde: in thee is my trust, cast not my soule out of me.
8 Cause 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.
20 O kepe my soule and deliuer me, lest I shalbe confounded: for I haue put my trust in thee.
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.
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.
4 but I called vpon the name of God: saying O God, I beseche thee deliuer my soule
1 A song of high degrees. Out of the deepe I haue called vnto thee O God: O Lorde heare my voyce.
2 I put my trust in thee my Lorde: let me not be confounded, neither let myne enemies triumph ouer me.
5 Into thy hande I commende my spirite: for thou hast redeemed me O God the Lorde of trueth.
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.
1 A Psalme of Dauid. O God I call vpon thee, haste thee vnto me: geue eare vnto my voyce whylest I crye vnto thee.
5 I haue wayted for God, my soule haue wayted for hym: and I haue reposed my trust in his worde.
3 But thou O God art a buckler for me: thou art my worship, and the lifter vp of my head.
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.
58 Thou (O Lorde) hast mayntayned the cause of my soule, and hast redeemed my lyfe.
7 Returne O my soule vnto thy rest: for God hath rewarded thee.
8 Neuerthelesse, when thou dydst turne thy face, I was troubled: then I cryed vnto thee O God, then made I my humble prayers to thee my Lorde.
25 Daleth My soule cleaueth to the dust: reuiue thou me accordyng to thy worde.
14 But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
2 Hearken thou vnto the voyce of my crying my kyng and my Lorde: for vnto thee I wyll make my prayer.
1 Siggaion of Dauid, whiche he song vnto God in the busines of Chus, the sonne of Iemini. O God my Lord, in thee I haue put my trust: saue me from all them that do persecute me, and deliuer thou me.
13 Haue mercy on me O God: consider the trouble whiche I suffer of them that hate me, lift me vp from the gates of death.
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.
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.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. In thee O God I haue put my trust, let me neuer be confounded: deliuer me in thy righteousnes.
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.
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.
15 Myne eyes be alwayes turned vnto God: for he wyll take my feete out of the net.
16 Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
17 The sorowes of myne heart are encreased: O bryng thou me out of my distresse.
5 For thou O Lorde God art the thyng that I long for: thou art my hope euen from my youth.
1 The wise instruction of Dauid, a prayer when he was in the caue. I cryed vnto God with my voyce: euen vnto God I dyd make my supplication.
2 Heare 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.
6 I haue sayde vnto God, thou art my Lorde: heare the voyce of my prayers O God.
1 Thou art my Lorde my God, I wyll magnifie thee, I will geue thankes vnto thy name, for thou hast brought wonderfull thinges to passe, according to thine olde counsels truely & faythfully.
4 Behold, God is an ayde vnto me: the Lorde is with them that vpholde my soule.
1 A song of high degrees. When I was in trouble I called vpon God: and he hearde me.
24 The Lorde is my portion saith my soule therefore wyll I hope in hym.
2 Preserue thou my soule, for I am holy: my God saue thy seruaunt that putteth his trust in thee.
26 Helpe me O my Lorde: oh saue me according to thy mercy.
28 My soule melteth away for very heauinesse: comfort thou me accordyng to thy worde.