Psalms 42:4
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.
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.
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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.
3 Sende foorth thy light and thy trueth: that they may leade me and direct me vnto thy holy hyll, & to thy tabernacles.
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.
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.
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 is a thirst for the Lorde, yea euen for the lyuyng Lorde: when shall I come to appeare before the face of the Lorde?
3 My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
7 When my soule fainted within me, I remembred the Lorde, and my prayer came in vnto thee into thy holy temple.
20 Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me.
21 Whyle I consider these thinges in my heart, I get a hope agayne.
1 A song of high degrees of Dauid. I was glad when they sayde vnto me: we wyll go into the house of God.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
3 I called to remembraunce God, and I was disquieted: I conferred with my selfe, and my spirite was wrapped in pensiuenesse. Selah.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
5 I call to remembraunce the tyme long past: I muse vpon euery act of thine, I exercise my study on the worke of thy handes.
28 I went mourning without heate, I stoode vp in the congregation, & communed with them.
6 I called to remembraunce my psalme, song on the musicall instrument in the nyght tyme: I communed with myne owne heart, & searched out my spirites.
14 We delighted greatly to conferre our secretes together: we walked deuoutly in the house of God felowe lyke.
4 And I saide: I am cast away out of thy sight, yet wyll I loke againe toward thyne holy temple.
1 The wise instruction of Dauid, a prayer when he was in the caue. I cryed vnto God with my voyce: euen vnto God I dyd make my supplication.
2 I powred out before his face my cogitations: and I made a declaration of my trouble before his face.
3 When my spirite was ouerwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked they haue priuily layde a snare for me.
5 My soule is satisfied euen as it were with mary and fatnes: and my mouth prayseth thee with ioyfull lippes.
6 Haue I not remembred thee in my bed: and thought vpon thee when I was waking?
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
19 In the multitude of my cogitations from the bottome of my heart: thy comfortes dyd recreate my soule.
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 By the waters of Babylon we sat downe there: also we wept when we remembred Sion.
19 in the courtes of Gods house, euen in the myddest of thee O Hierusalem. Prayse ye the Lorde.
1 A song of high degrees. O God be mindfull of Dauid: with all his affliction.
22 And when I fled with al haste, I said I am cast out of the sight of thine eyes: neuerthelesse, thou heardest the voyce of my prayer when I cryed vnto thee.
15 What 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.
10 And I sayde, this is my death: but the ryght hande of the most hyghest may graunt me yeres.
25 My prayse shalbe of thee in the great congregation: I wyll perfourme my vowes in the syght of them that feare hym.
3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
13 I wyll go into thy house with burnt offeringes: and I wyll pay thee my vowes
14 whiche I promised with my lippes, and spake with my mouth when I was in trouble.
16 O come hither, & hearken: and I wil tell all you that feare the Lorde, what he hath done for my soule.
54 Thy statutes haue ben my songes: in the house of my pilgrimages.
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
7 I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
4 He aunswered howe can we sing one of the songes of God: in another lande besides our owne?