Psalms 42:1
To 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.
To 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.
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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?
3My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
4And I powred out of me my very heart, remembryng this howe that before tyme I haue passed with a great number, bringyng the vnto the house of the Lord: with a voyce of ioy & prayse, & with a company that kept holy day.
5Why 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.
6My Lorde, my soule is discouraged within me: because I remember thee from the lande of Iordane, and from the litle hyll Hermonim.
7One deepe calleth another at the noyse of thy water pypes: all thy waues and stormes are gone ouer me.
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.
6I stretche foorth myne handes vnto thee: my soule as a thirstie lande gaspeth vnto thee. Selah.
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.
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.
3I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
131I opened my mouth and panted: for I bare a great affection to thy commaundementes.
1To the chiefe musition vpon Sosanim (a psalme) of Dauid. Saue me O Lorde: for waters haue entred in vnto my soule.
20My soule faynteth: for the very feruent desire that it hath alwaye vnto thy iudgementes.
1To the chiefe musition vpon Iudethun, a psalme of Dauid. My soule truly only stayeth vpon the Lorde: for of him commeth my saluation.
9Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
10My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
25Daleth My soule cleaueth to the dust: reuiue thou me accordyng to thy worde.
21Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
8My heart hath sayde vnto thee according to this thy commaundement seeke ye my face: thy face O God wyll I seeke.
5I haue wayted for God, my soule haue wayted for hym: and I haue reposed my trust in his worde.
6My soule lifteth more after God, then watchmen do after the morning: I say more then watchmen do after the mornyng.
1The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.
40Behold I haue coueted after thy commaundementes: cause me to lyue in thy ryghteousnesse.
1To the chiefe musition vpon Neginoth of Dauid. Heare my crying O Lorde: geue eare vnto my prayer.
1A song of high degrees. Out of the deepe I haue called vnto thee O God: O Lorde heare my voyce.
9I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
10It was as a sworde in my bones, when myne enemies dyd cast me in the teeth: in saying dayly vnto me, where is nowe thy Lorde?
11Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wil yet acknowledge him to be only my present saluation, and my Lorde.
8My soule cleaueth fast vnto thee: thy right hande hath vpholden me.
24For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
1A psalme of Dauid. God is my sheephearde, therfore I can lacke nothyng:
1To the chiefe musition (a psalme) of Dauid, to reduce in remembraunce. Haste thee O Lorde to delyuer me: make haste to helpe me 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.
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.
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.
4And I wyll go vnto the aulter of the Lorde, euen vnto the Lorde of my ioy & gladnesse: and vpon the harpe I will acknowledge thee O Lorde my Lord.
3My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
10I haue sought thee with my whole heart: suffer me not to swarue from thy commaundementes.
82Myne eyes haue faynted after thy worde: whylest I say, when wilt thou comfort me.
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, a psalme of Dauid. I wayted patiently vpon God, and he enclined vnto me his eare: and heard my crying.
5they were hungry and thirstie, their soule fainted in them.
1A Psalme of Dauid. O God I call vpon thee, haste thee vnto me: geue eare vnto my voyce whylest I crye vnto thee.
1A prayer of the afflicted when he was ouerwhelmed, and when he did powre out his petition before the face of God. Heare my prayer O God: and let my crying come in vnto thee.
20The beastes also of the fielde crye out vnto thee: for the riuers of waters are dryed vp, and fire hath deuoured vp the fruitfull places of the desert.
7When my soule fainted within me, I remembred the Lorde, and my prayer came in vnto thee into thy holy temple.