Psalms 30:1
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.
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.
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2O God my Lord I cryed vnto thee: and thou hast healed me.
3Thou God hast raysed vp my soule from the graue: thou hast preserued my life from them that go downe into ye pit.
49He deliuereth me from myne enemies, thou also hast lyft me on hie from them that rose against me: thou hast delyuered me from the wicked man.
50And therefore I wyll prayse thee O Lorde among the nations: and wyll sing vnto thy name.
28Thou art my Lorde, and I wyll confesse it vnto thee: thou art my Lorde and I wyll magnifie thee.
3But thou O God art a buckler for me: thou art my worship, and the lifter vp of my head.
48It is he that is the aucthour of my deliuerie from myne enemies: and he hath set me vp aboue them that rose agaynst me, he hath ridde me from the wicked man.
49For this cause I wyll acknowledge thee O God among the gentiles: and syng psalmes vnto thy name.
10But be thou mercifull vnto me O God: rayse me vp agayne, and I shall rewarde them.
11By this I knowe thou fauouredst me: in that myne enemie doth not triumph agaynst me.
12And when I am in my best case, thou vpholdest me: and thou wylt set me before thy face for euer.
6And nowe he shall lift vp my head aboue mine enemies rounde about me: therfore I wyll offer in his tabernacle a sacrifice of great ioy, I wyll sing and prayse God with psalmes.
1I lyft vp my soule vnto thee O God,
10Heare me O God, and haue mercy vppon me: O God be thou my helper.
11And foorthwith thou hast turned my mourning into dauncing: thou hast put of my sackcloth, and gyrded me with gladnes.
12Therfore my glory shal sing psalmes vnto thee and not ceasse: O God my Lorde I wyll prayse thee for euer.
1Thou 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.
6Blessed be God: for he hath hearde the voyce of mine humble petitions.
7God 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.
2I wyll be glad & reioyce in thee: I wyll sing psalmes vnto thy name, O thou most hyest.
13Haue mercy on me O God: consider the trouble whiche I suffer of them that hate me, lift me vp from the gates of death.
39Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto battayle: thou hast made them to bowe downe vnder me who haue rysen vp agaynst me.
13Thou hast thrust sore at me, that I might fall: but God dyd ayde me
8Neuerthelesse, 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.
14O God, the proude are rysen against me: a companie of outragious naughtipackes haue sought after my soule, and haue not set thee before their eyes.
20Which hast made me to feele many great troubles and aduersities: yet returnyng thou hast reuyued me, yea returnyng thou hast caused me to come out from the bottome of the earth.
5Exalt thy selfe O God aboue the heauen: thy glory is aboue all the earth.
40Thou hast gyrded me about with might to battayle: and them that rose against me, hast thou subdued vnder me.
3I wyll call vpon God, who is most worthy to be praysed: so I shall be safe from myne enemies.
7I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
8Thou hast not shut me vp into the hande of the enemie: but hast set my feete in a large roome.
4Lest myne enemie say, I haue preuayled agaynst hym: lest they that trouble me reioyce yf I shoulde be remoued.
4For thou God hast made me glad thorowe thy workes: I do reioyce in the workes of thy handes.
21I wyll thanke thee for that thou hast heard me: and art become my saluation.
13Be thou exalted O God accordyng to thine owne might: so we wyll sing, and with psalmes we wyll prayse thy power.
24Iudge me according to thy righteousnesse O God my Lorde: and let them not triumph ouer me.
35Thou hast geuen me the shielde of thy saluation: thy ryght hande also hath helde me vp, and through thy great gentlenesse I haue increased.
6I haue sayde vnto God, thou art my Lorde: heare the voyce of my prayers O God.
8For thou O Lorde hast deliuered my soule from death: myne eyes from teares, and my feete from fallyng.
4I will call on the Lorde which is prayse worthy: and so shall I be saued from myne enemies.
10because of thine indignation and wrath: for thou hast set me vp, and cast me downe.
1And in that day thou shalt say, O Lorde I wyll prayse thee, for thou wast displeased at me: but refrayne thou from thy wrath, and comfort me.
9For thou art a God hygher then all that are in the earth: thou art exalted farre aboue all gods.
2My soule shal glory in God: the humble shall heare therof and be glad.
7Arise vp O God, saue thou me O my Lorde: for thou hast smitten all myne enemies vpon the cheeke bone, thou hast broken the teeth of the vngodly.
20For he brought me out into roomth: he deliuered me, because he had a fauour vnto me.
3And he hath put a newe song in my mouth: euen a thankesgeuyng vnto our Lorde.
4Comfort the soule of thy seruaunt: for vnto thee O Lord do I lift vp my soule.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. The kyng ought to reioyce in thy strength O God: and he ought to be exceedyng glad of thy saluation.
1To the chiefe musition the seruaunt of God, and of Dauid who spake vnto God the wordes of this song in the day that God deliuered him from the hande of all his enemies, and from the hande of Saul: And he sayde. I wyll entirely loue thee O God my strength,