Psalms 42:7
One deepe calleth another at the noyse of thy water pypes: all thy waues and stormes are gone ouer me.
One deepe calleth another at the noyse of thy water pypes: all thy waues and stormes are gone ouer me.
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3Thou haddest cast me downe into the deepe, into the middest of the sea, and the floods compassed me about: all thy billowes and waues passed ouer me.
4And I saide: I am cast away out of thy sight, yet wyll I loke againe toward thyne holy temple.
5The waters compassed me euen vnto the soule, the deapth closed me on euery side, and the weedes were wrapt about my head.
6I went downe to the bottome of the mountaines, the earth with her barres was about me for euer: yet hast thou brought vp my lyfe from corruption, O Lorde my God.
7When my soule fainted within me, I remembred the Lorde, and my prayer came in vnto thee into thy holy temple.
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.
6Thou hast layde me in the lowest pit: in darknes and in deepenes.
7Thyne indignation sore presseth me: and thou hast vexed me with all thy stormes. Selah.
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?
1To the chiefe musition vpon Sosanim (a psalme) of Dauid. Saue me O Lorde: for waters haue entred in vnto my soule.
2I am ouer the head in deepe myre where I feele no grounde: I plunge in deepe waters where the streame ouerwhelmeth me.
54They haue powred water vpon my head: then thought I, nowe am I vndone.
55I called vpon thy name O Lorde out of the deepe pit.
5For the panges of death closed me about: the fludes of Belial put me in feare.
6The sorowes of hell compassed me about, the snares of death ouertoke me.
7In my tribulation did I call vppon the Lorde, and crye to my God: and he dyd heare my voyce out of his temple, and my crye did enter into his eares.
1A song of high degrees. Out of the deepe I haue called vnto thee O God: O Lorde heare my voyce.
2Let thine eares be attentiue: vnto the voyce of my petition for grace.
16The waters sawe thee O God, the waters sawe thee, they feared: yea the depthes of them moued out of their place.
10The mountaynes sawe thee and they trembled, the streame of the water passed by, the deepe made a noyse, and lift vp his handes on hye.
3The fluddes are risen O God, the fluddes haue lyft vp their noyse: the fluddes haue lyft vp their waues.
4God which is on high, is more puissaut then the noyse of many waters: then the mightie waues of the sea.
26Then they ascende vp to heauen, and come downe agayne to the deepe: so that their soule melteth away through trouble.
3Though the waters thereof rage and swell: and though the mountaynes shake at the surges of the same. Selah.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
4Then the waters had drowned vs: the running streame had flowed ouer our soule.
5Then the waters of the proude: had flowed ouer our soule.
17He sent from aboue and toke me: he drew me out of many waters.
14Take me out of the myre, that I sincke not: oh let me be delyuered from them that hate me, & out of the deepe waters.
15Let not the water fludde drowne me, neither let the deepe swalowe me vp: & let not the pyt shut her mouth vpon me.
16Camest thou euer into the grounde of the sea, or walkedst in the lowe corners of the deepe?
2From the endes of the earth I wyll call vnto thee when my heart is in heauines: oh set me vp on the rocke that is higher then I.
14They fell vpon me, as it had ben the breaking in of waters, and came in by heapes to destroy me.
24For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
16He hath sent downe from aboue to fetch me: he hath taken me out of many waters.
6I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares.
11Shouldest thou then see no darknesse? shoulde not the water fludde run ouer thee?
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.
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.
3The voyce of God is aboue waters: it is the Lorde of glory that thundreth, it is God that ruleth the sea.
12Am I a sea or a whale fish, that thou kepest me so in prison?
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.
16Thyne indignation hath gone ouer me: and thy terrours haue vndone me.
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.
6For this shall euery one that is godly make his prayer vnto thee in the time when thou mayest be founde: so that in the great water fluddes they shal not come nye hym.