Psalms 42:2
My 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?
My 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?
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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.
2 My 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.
1 A 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.
2 To see thee euen so as I haue seene thee in the sanctuary: that I might beholde thy power and glory.
3 My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
4 And 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.
5 Why 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.
6 My Lorde, my soule is discouraged within me: because I remember thee from the lande of Iordane, and from the litle hyll Hermonim.
7 One deepe calleth another at the noyse of thy water pypes: all thy waues and stormes are gone ouer me.
8 God 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.
9 I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
10 It 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?
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.
6 I stretche foorth myne handes vnto thee: my soule as a thirstie lande gaspeth vnto thee. Selah.
7 Make 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.
1 To the chiefe musition vpon Sosanim (a psalme) of Dauid. Saue me O Lorde: for waters haue entred in vnto my soule.
2 I am ouer the head in deepe myre where I feele no grounde: I plunge in deepe waters where the streame ouerwhelmeth me.
3 I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
1 To the chiefe musition vpon Iudethun, a psalme of Dauid. My soule truly only stayeth vpon the Lorde: for of him commeth my saluation.
7 When my soule fainted within me, I remembred the Lorde, and my prayer came in vnto thee into thy holy temple.
8 My heart hath sayde vnto thee according to this thy commaundement seeke ye my face: thy face O God wyll I seeke.
4 And 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.
5 Why 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.
20 My soule faynteth: for the very feruent desire that it hath alwaye vnto thy iudgementes.
25 Daleth My soule cleaueth to the dust: reuiue thou me accordyng to thy worde.
3 My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
82 Myne eyes haue faynted after thy worde: whylest I say, when wilt thou comfort me.
24 For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
5 I haue wayted for God, my soule haue wayted for hym: and I haue reposed my trust in his worde.
6 My soule lifteth more after God, then watchmen do after the morning: I say more then watchmen do after the mornyng.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
11 For thy names sake O God thou wilt cause me to lyue: and for thy righteousnesse sake thou wilt bryng my soule out of trouble.
9 My 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.
9 Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
10 My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
5 I cryed vnto thee O God, and sayde: thou art my hope and my portion in the lande of the lyuyng.
1 A Psalme of Dauid. O God I call vpon thee, haste thee vnto me: geue eare vnto my voyce whylest I crye vnto thee.
40 Behold I haue coueted after thy commaundementes: cause me to lyue in thy ryghteousnesse.
8 For mine eyes loke vnto thee O God the Lorde: in thee is my trust, cast not my soule out of me.
2 For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
1 A 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.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
1 To the chiefe musition vpon Neginoth of Dauid. Heare my crying O Lorde: geue eare vnto my prayer.
2 Hearken thou vnto the voyce of my crying my kyng and my Lorde: for vnto thee I wyll make my prayer.
131 I opened my mouth and panted: for I bare a great affection to thy commaundementes.
5 they were hungry and thirstie, their soule fainted in them.
4 but I called vpon the name of God: saying O God, I beseche thee deliuer my soule
2 I powred out before his face my cogitations: and I made a declaration of my trouble before his face.
2 Howe 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?