Psalms 43:5
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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.
1 Iudge me O Lorde, and debate my cause with an vnnaturall people: oh delyuer me from the deceiptfull and wicked man.
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.
7 And nowe Lord what wayte I after? truely my hope is euen in thee.
14 O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?
14 As for me I wyll patiently wayte alway: and I wyll prayse thee more and more.
5 Neuerthelesse O my soule, stay thou only vpon the Lorde: for my confidence is in him.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
1 Prayse 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.
2 Many say of my soule: there is no saluation for it in God. Selah.
3 But thou O God art a buckler for me: thou art my worship, and the lifter vp of my head.
1 To 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?
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?
3 My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
15 For on thee O God I haue wayted: thou shalt aunswere for me O Lorde my God.
1 To 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.
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.
5 I haue wayted for God, my soule haue wayted for hym: and I haue reposed my trust in his worde.
1 I lyft vp my soule vnto thee O 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.
14 But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
7 Returne O my soule vnto thy rest: for God hath rewarded thee.
29 As for me I am afflicted and in heauinesse: thy sauing helpe O Lorde shal defende me.
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.
17 Unto thee O my strength will I sing psalmes: for thou O Lorde art my refuge, and my mercyfull Lorde.
20 Which 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.
9 Wherfore my heart is glad: my glory reioyceth, my fleshe also shall rest in a securitie.
24 The Lorde is my portion saith my soule therefore wyll I hope in hym.
10 Heare me O God, and haue mercy vppon me: O God be thou my helper.
24 All ye that put your trust in God be ye of a good courage: and he wyll comfort your heart.
13 For thou hast deliuered my soule from death, and my feete from falling: that I may walke before the Lorde in the light of the liuing.
1 To 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.
5 I cryed vnto thee O God, and sayde: thou art my hope and my portion in the lande of the lyuyng.
17 As 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.
19 In the multitude of my cogitations from the bottome of my heart: thy comfortes dyd recreate my soule.
1 A psalme whiche is a song of the dedication of the house of Dauid. I wyll exalt thee O God, for thou hast exalted me: and hast not made my foes to triumph ouer me.
2 O God my Lord I cryed vnto thee: and thou hast healed me.
5 My soule is satisfied euen as it were with mary and fatnes: and my mouth prayseth thee with ioyfull lippes.
4 Behold, God is an ayde vnto me: the Lorde is with them that vpholde my soule.