Psalms 42:11
Why 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.
Why 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.
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1To 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.
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.
8God wyll graunt his louing kindnesse on the day tyme: and in the nyght season I wyll syng of hym, and make my prayer vnto the Lorde of my lyfe.
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?
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.
5Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wyll yet acknowledge hym to be only my present saluation, & my Lorde.
2For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
14O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?
1To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wylt thou forget me O God, for euer? howe long wilt thou hyde thy face from me?
2Howe long shall I seke counsayle in my soule, and be so vexed in mine heart euery day? howe long shall myne enemie triumph ouer me?
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
7And nowe Lord what wayte I after? truely my hope is euen in thee.
14As for me I wyll patiently wayte alway: and I wyll prayse thee more and more.
5Neuerthelesse O my soule, stay thou only vpon the Lorde: for my confidence is in him.
3My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
2Many say of my soule: there is no saluation for it in God. Selah.
21They heare my mournyng, but there is none that wyll comfort me: All myne enemies haue hearde of my trouble, and are glad therof because thou hast done it: and thou hast brought foorth the time which thou calledst, when they also shal be lyke vnto me.
15For on thee O God I haue wayted: thou shalt aunswere for me O Lorde my God.
14But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
1To the chiefe musition of the mornyng hinde, a psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so farre from my health, and from the wordes of my complaynt?
2O my God I crye all the day tyme, and in the night season, and I ceasse not: but thou hearest not.
7I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
1To 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.
1Prayse 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.
2In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
3I called to remembraunce God, and I was disquieted: I conferred with my selfe, and my spirite was wrapped in pensiuenesse. Selah.
7In the Lorde is my health and my glory: my trust is in the Lorde the fortresse of my force.
29As for me I am afflicted and in heauinesse: thy sauing helpe O Lorde shal defende me.
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.
1My soule is cut of though I lyue, I wil powre out my coplaynte against my selfe, and will speake out of the very heauinesse of my soule.
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.
9Wherfore my heart is glad: my glory reioyceth, my fleshe also shall rest in a securitie.
7Returne O my soule vnto thy rest: for God hath rewarded thee.
24The Lorde is my portion saith my soule therefore wyll I hope in hym.
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.
10because of thine indignation and wrath: for thou hast set me vp, and cast me downe.
1To the chiefe musition vpon Iudethun, a psalme of Dauid. My soule truly only stayeth vpon the Lorde: for of him commeth my saluation.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
18I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
4Lest myne enemie say, I haue preuayled agaynst hym: lest they that trouble me reioyce yf I shoulde be remoued.
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.
17As for me I am afflicted and needye, but God careth for me: thou art my ayde and delyuerer, O my God make no long tarying.
10Heare me O God, and haue mercy vppon me: O God be thou my helper.