Psalms 41:4
I sayde, O God be mercifull vnto me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned agaynst thee.
I sayde, O God be mercifull vnto me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned agaynst thee.
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1To the chiefe musition on Neginoth vpon eyght, a psalme of Dauid. O God rebuke me not in thine indignation: neither chasten me in thy wrath.
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?
4Turne thee O God, and deliuer my soule: Oh saue me for thy mercies sake.
2O God my Lord I cryed vnto thee: and thou hast healed me.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid when the prophete Nathan came vnto hym after he was gone in to Bethsabe. Haue mercie on me O Lorde accordyng to thy louyng kindnesse: accordyng vnto the multitudes of thy mercies wype out my wickednesse.
2Washe me throughly from myne iniquitie: and clense me from my sinne.
3For I do acknowledge my wickednesse: and my sinne is euer before me.
4Agaynst thee, only agaynst thee I haue sinned and done this euyll in thy sight: that thou mightest be iustified in thy saying, and founde pure when thou art iudged.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
10For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
3God wyll comfort hym when he lyeth sicke vpon his bed: thou O God wylt turne vpside downe all his bed in his sicknesse.
5Therfore I haue made knowen my faultes vnto thee, and my righteousnes haue I not hid: I sayd I will confesse my wickednes vnto God, and thou forgauest the vnrighteousnes of my sinne. Selah.
4but I called vpon the name of God: saying O God, I beseche thee deliuer my soule
5Gratious is God and ryghteous: our Lorde is mercifull.
14Heale me O Lorde, and I shalbe whole: saue thou me, & I shalbe saued: for thou art my prayse.
18Because I confesse my wickednesse: and am sory for my sinne.
10Heare me O God, and haue mercy vppon me: O God be thou my helper.
18Loke thou vpon myne aduersitie and vpon my labour: and forgeue me all my sinne.
8And Dauid sayde vnto God: I haue sinned exceedingly in doyng this thing: And nowe I besech thee, do away the wickednesse of thy seruaunt, for I haue done very foolyshly.
10But be thou mercifull vnto me O God: rayse me vp agayne, and I shall rewarde them.
9Turne thy face from my sinnes: and wype out all my misdeedes.
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.
16Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
7I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
11Pardon thou therfore for thy name sake O God my wickednesse: for it is very great.
7Returne O my soule vnto thy rest: for God hath rewarded thee.
26Helpe me O my Lorde: oh saue me according to thy mercy.
20I haue offended, what shall I do vnto the, O thou preseruer of men? Why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden to my selfe?
21Why doest thou not pardon my trespasses, and take away myne iniquitie? Behold, nowe must I sleepe in the dust, and if thou sekest me to morowe in the morning, I shal not be.
20Consider (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.
3My misdeedes haue preuayled against me: oh be thou mercifull vnto our wicked transgressions.
22Let all their wickednesse come before thee, and do thou to them as thou hast done vnto me for all my trespasses: for my sorowe is very great, and my heart is heauy.
3Who forgeueth all thy wickednesse: and healeth all thine infirmities.
3Be mercifull vnto me O God: for I do call dayly vpon thee.
4Comfort the soule of thy seruaunt: for vnto thee O Lord do I lift vp my soule.
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.
7Oh remember not thou the sinnes and offences of my youth: but accordyng to thy mercie euen of thy goodnesse O God remember me.
21Then saide Saul, I haue sinned: Come agayne my sonne Dauid, for I will do thee no more harme, because my soule was precious in thyne eyes this day: Beholde, I haue played the foole, and haue erred exceedinly.
22Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
2Thou hast sayde O my soule vnto God, thou art my Lorde: my weldoing can do thee no good.
20We knowledge (O Lorde) all our misdeedes, and the sinnes of our fathers: for we haue offended thee.
1To 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.
13Oh spare me a litle, that I may recouer my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seene.
17Beholde, bitter as gall was my pensiuenesse, so sore longed I for health, and it was thy pleasure to deliuer my lyfe from the filthy pit: for thou it is O Lorde that hast cast all my sinnes behynde thy backe.
8I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
13For great is thy mercy towarde me: and thou hast deliuered my soule from the lowest part of hell.
6I haue sayde vnto God, thou art my Lorde: heare the voyce of my prayers O God.
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.
15What 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.