Psalms 3:5
I layde me downe and slept: and I rose vp agayne, for God sustayned me.
I layde me downe and slept: and I rose vp agayne, for God sustayned me.
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8 I wyll lay me downe in peace and take my rest: for thou God only makest me to dwell in safetie.
26 When I hearde this, I came agayne to my selfe, I sawe like as I had ben waked out of a sweete sleepe.
3 But thou O God art a buckler for me: thou art my worship, and the lifter vp of my head.
4 I dyd call vpon God with my voyce, and he hearde me out of his holy hyll. Selah.
6 I wyll not be afrayde of ten thousandes of the people: that haue set them selues against me rounde about.
3 He wyll not suffer thy foote to moue: he wyll not sleepe that kepeth thee.
4 Beholde, he that kepeth Israel: wyll neither slumber nor sleepe.
3 Saying I wyll not enter into the tabernacle of my house: nor get vp into my bed.
4 I wyll not suffer myne eyes to slepe: nor myne eye liddes to slumber.
5 Untill I finde out a place for the temple of God: an habitation for the most mightie Lorde of Iacob.
3 Loke downe and heare me O God my Lorde: lighten myne eyes, lest that I sleepe in death.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
3 I called to remembraunce God, and I was disquieted: I conferred with my selfe, and my spirite was wrapped in pensiuenesse. Selah.
4 Thou dydst kepe the watche of mine eies: I was amased & coulde not speake.
3 God wyll comfort hym when he lyeth sicke vpon his bed: thou O God wylt turne vpside downe all his bed in his sicknesse.
6 God gardeth the simple: I was brought to the extremitie, and he preserued me.
7 Returne O my soule vnto thy rest: for God hath rewarded thee.
24 If thou sleepest, thou shalt not be afraide: but shalt take thy rest, and sleepe sweetely.
13 Thou hast thrust sore at me, that I might fall: but God dyd ayde me
13 Then should I nowe haue lyen stil, I shoulde haue slept, and ben at rest,
4 When I layde me downe to sleepe, I sayde, O when shall I arise? and measuring the euening, I am euen full with tossing to and fro vnto the dawning of the day.
13 When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch:
14 But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
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. When I was in trouble I called vpon God: and he hearde me.
2 Bestirre thee O lute and harpe: I my selfe wil bestirre me right early in the morning.
3 Though an hoast of men were layde in campe against me, yet shall not mine heart be afraide: and though there rose vp warre against me, yet I wyll put my trust in this.
6 Haue I not remembred thee in my bed: and thought vpon thee when I was waking?
3 Neuerthelesse at all times as I am afraide: I put my whole trust in thee.
1 A psalme of Dauid. God is my sheephearde, therfore I can lacke nothyng:
18 They preuented me in the day of my trouble: but God was vnto me a sure stay.
8 Bestirre thee O my glory, bestirre thee O Lute and Harpe: I my selfe wil bestirre me right early in the morning.
19 When they had preuented me in the daye of my calamitie: the Lorde stayed me vp.
5 I called vpon the Lorde beyng in distresse: and the Lorde hath hearde me at large.
6 I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares.
3 In the day of myne aduersitie I called vpon thee, and thou heardest me: thou enduedst my soule more and more with strength.
13 If I had not beleued veryly to see the goodnes of God in the lande of the liuing: their spite had kylled me.
15 But as for me, I will beholde thy face in ryghteousnesse: I shalbe satisfied when I awake vp after thy lykenesse.
1 A psalme of Dauid when he fled from the face of Absalom his sonne. O God howe are myne enemies increased? many do ryse vp against me.
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.
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.
7 I wyll prayse God who gaue me counsayle: my reines also do instruct me in the nyght season.
7 When my soule fainted within me, I remembred the Lorde, and my prayer came in vnto thee into thy holy temple.
5 I cryed vnto thee O God, and sayde: thou art my hope and my portion in the lande of the lyuyng.
13 In the thoughtes and visions of the night when sleepe commeth on men,
1 God is my lyght and saluation, whom then shall I feare? God is the strength of my life, of whom then shall I be afraide?
18 He hath redeemed my soule through peace from the battayle that was against me: for there were many with me.
7 God is my strength and my shielde, my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart skippeth for ioy, and in my song I wyll prayse hym.
3 Thou shalt heare my voyce betymes O God: I wyll early in the morning direct a prayer vnto thee, and I wyll looke for helpe from thee.